Dear J, How fucking dare you. How dare you get mad when i date your best friend P, who you’ve always had a little crush on, even though you were dating W. How dare you call me a whore, a slut, a bitch, whatever your little names for me were behind my back. YOU are
Read more →I know everything. I know you don’t think I do, but you’re wrong. You’re in love with me, and it honestly kills me. We’d be perfect, literally. We would be the ideal couple; everyone would be so jealous of what we had. But I just can’t. As much as I think you’re perfect for me,
Read more →I haven’t seen you in person in I don’t know how long anymore. I lost count. I actually forgot your birthday this year. That was a strange feeling. I guess that means I’m over you, then. Except that I still you in my dreams, what seems like once or twice a week. We’re friends in
Read more →Why, after so many lies, so much heartache, and so much generally failing to be a decent person, do I stay with you? I haven’t believed a single thing you’ve told me since our most recent attempt to hold this joke we’re calling a relationship and I know you’re well on your way to fucking
Read more →We started out as friends, until I mixed you up, dumped an egg on your head, and stuck you in the oven next to some dinosaur shaped nuggets. I know that I hurt you, but you were just so delicious. And now ill tell you the the words I couldn’t say before you were in
Read more →that you accept me for everything I am. I love, how even after a long day at work, you still greet me with a big hug and kiss. I love that you still insist on giving me foot rubs even though we both know my feet stink. I love that you always make sure I
Read more →dear D, I write this on letters i’ll never send because it has to be said but not out loud to people who know me. So I told you drunkenly the other day in a facebook message that i missed you and wanted to see you. I don’t know if that’s even true. I still
Read more →Dear typical guy in America, You suck. If I could explain to you how thick headed you can be, I would, but I can’t because I would become so frustrated and belligerent. Maybe it’s hard to understand but love is more than skin deep. It’s more than a short sexual encounter. Emotion is ok to
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