Dear YOU, Yes, you. I know you’re reading this. I know because you read all the new letters every day. I know you’ll know who wrote this. I don’t care what you think. I don’t care what you have to say, because you need to realize It’s time to move on. So Stop dwelling on
Read more →I don’t know how to start this.. well here goes i’m 26 years old. I’ve been told I’m beautiful but what’s on the outside never matters I don’t work I don’t go to school I live off the state I receive ssi because I’m depressed and have borderline personality disorder I have my own apartment
Read more →Dear D, Remember back when we all had Myspace, and right next to the picture at the very top of everyones profile, there was a place where you could put a quote or something? Mine were always angry lyrics from Nirvana songs… but one quote that seemed like it was on every one of my
Read more →I am not sure how you expect me to react to this situation now. Or any other and so very often changing situation, settings, moods, emotions, you. What exactly is it you expect from me? If you are so busy and your life so full and generally so content and happy, why do you even
Read more →So, I’ve moved schools. I’m in a different county. I add one of your friends, and OF course you’re still going to pick on me. She is the sweeter of the bunch, and yet… here we are. 14. I’m 14 years old and so much self confidence. You really want to know how I feel?
Read more →I will never be able to send you this letter because I know that I am hated by you. Which I do not blame you one bit… I just wish I was able to explain to you everything. I know that I wanted another chance and then I blew it, once again. So I know
Read more →I vaguely remember when I met you. You were fifteen and you were so funny and I knew we’d immediately be friends. You picked me up from rock bottom so many times…calmed me down when I was freaking out and dropping plates on accident because I was so shaky. I never met you in real
Read more →If loneliness had a number, I think think it would be my own. I guess that’s why no one ever calls.
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