• Archive for May 25th, 2011

    I’m a mess.

    by  • May 25, 2011 • * Safe for Work *, God • 12 Comments

    Dear God, I’m sorry I never pray anymore. I’m sorry I don’t go to church. I’m sorry that the music I listen to doesn’t give you glory. I’m sorry that I’d rather go shopping or sit on the computer, rather than enjoy the creation you have made. Dear God– I have changed so much this

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    Guy on the Subway

    by  • May 25, 2011 • * Safe for Work *, Smitten • 1 Comment

    Dear Guy Reading The King’s Cross on the Subway, You sat next to me while I was buried in my own book and you instantly opened up your book and started to read. We sat there reading our own respective books and every time the subway would jerk our elbows would bump. At first I

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    Lost

    by  • May 25, 2011 • * Safe for Work *, Confession • 0 Comments

    Dear I.V.E You are honestly the best friend I’ve ever had. We laugh together, we talk about anything, and I feel closer to you than I have with anyone. But the thing is – and I’m sure you’re aware – we’re going to different schools in the fall. I don’t know what I’m going to

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    Smiles and coffee

    by  • May 25, 2011 • * Safe for Work *, Smitten • 1 Comment

    Deat Fezziwigs guy, I know we are basically strangers, (hence why I’m calling you Fezziwigs guy). The first conversation we had, I thought you were really cute. Then you told me you had a girlfriend. I smiled and continued to talk to you like I didn’t care, but inside I felt, “she sure is lucky.”

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    <3

    by  • May 25, 2011 • * Safe for Work *, Love - Pure and Simple • 0 Comments

    My Sunshine, I was in the worst mood I’ve had in a while until I came home and saw your letter. You deserved one from me a long time ago. I never want you to feel that you hurt me. I keep trying to understand how you could think that way, I wish you could

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    Frustration

    by  • May 25, 2011 • * Safe for Work *, Buck up! • 0 Comments

    Dear T, Every time you text me saying something like “My life has no meaning”, a stab of fear shoots through my heart. I probably spend about 2 hours a day telling you how wonderful you are and how you DO deserve to live. But you know what? I’m sick of it. No, I don’t

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