• Day 3

    by  • August 16, 2010 • 0 Comments

    Dear Chelsea,

    It’s now day three after you have broken up with me. I have never been more miserable in my life. I have decided to try to talk to you again in about a week, I just wanted to give you some space. All I do is think about how I wish you would realize you made a mistake and come back to me. I dream of you calling me or knocking on my door every waking minute. No matter what my friends say, I feel like I will never get over you. Being broken up with on the first day of college really sucks. I see you everywhere on campus. I don’t know if you see me and it’s killing me that I can’t talk to you. I feel as though I have had a thousand weights dropped on my chest. I can’t sleep at night and I have hardly eaten at all. I’m trying my hardest not to call you or text you, I just wish I knew what you were thinking. I can’t escape my thoughts, even when I run or longboard. I feel as though I have gone insane. My life is awful right now and you’re the only person who could fix it. I love you more than everything and I can’t bear the fact that you’re leaving me. Maybe one day I’ll send this to you but I don’t think I can bear any more pain.

    Thou wast all that to me, love, for which my soul did pine-

    by  • August 16, 2010 • 0 Comments

    Dearest ——

    Everytime you would tell me that you were meant to be alone, I would tell you to wait, that someone would come into your life. What I should have said was that I wanted to be that person. I’ve been in love with you since I first met you. Everytime I saw you with a girl I would get jealous. While trying to get closer to you, you ended up falling for my best friend. You used me to get closer to her. I hated her, but I could never truly hate you.

    I tried to change. I tried to become what you wanted. Couldn’t you see how I pined for you?? Did you just ignore how I would always want to talk to you and be around you? Instead, you told me how inadequate I was. How I wasn’t what you wanted. There were days that I couldn’t even look at myself because of how ugly you made me feel.

    Everytime you texted me early in the morning, I told myself it was because you were thinking of me, even though I know that was lie. Everyone else could see that I was in love with you, why couldn’t you?

    I made up a lie to cover my trail by saying that you were my best friend and that is why I talked about you all the time. Best friends don’t feel the way I feel about you, though.

    I should’ve known after you hugged me one night, that there would never be anything more than friendship. But I still tried to hold on.

    You changed in a matter of weeks. Into someone that I didn’t know. You went to the camp I’ve been going to for years and fell in love with a girl I’ve know a majority of my life, in two weeks. I’ve been desperately trying to get your attention for 2 years, she gets in in 2 weeks. She is completely different from me. Closer to what I used to be before I changed for you. Who would’ve known that what you wanted was what I used to be.

    I tell myself, because you’re my best friend, that I’m happy for you. I think I might grow to be. I really hope, for your sake, that this relationship is a happy one.

    I will always have a spot in my heart, even though I know I can never have one in yours.



    by  • August 15, 2010 • 2 Comments

    Dear you,

    You know who you are. I expect you will read this. Let me tell you about something. You are a generous, loving, beautiful woman. I love you with all of my heart. I see a pain and struggle inside of you that I know is wearing you thin. I want to be selfish and say that I need you here. I want to know how our store ends up. Good or bad. I love you so much it hurts sometimes. I feel helpless sometimes. I see the problems and I can’t fix them. You are funny, sexy and my best friend. You write great poems! You worry about me. You accept me for who I really am. You are a great person. I see how you look at me and it makes me smile. You mean a lot to a lot of people. I know its hard for you to see that sometimes but its true. So I guess what I am saying is I love you.

    PS I am thinking about Ohio…



    Dear Professor:

    by  • August 15, 2010 • 0 Comments

    I don’t know where to begin.

    I opened myself up to you. I was in such a low place, and you were the only one who kept me sane.

    I was blatant about falling in love with you, we slept together…yes, I knew you were married. To be honest, I thought fucking you would get you out of my system. I’d already been love-sick for two years at that point.

    Two and a half years later, here I am. Still love-sick.

    I’m living in a pay-by-the-week motel looking for a job (can’t go back to school obviously, too many memories). You’re running around Europe and North Africa with your family this summer.


    You have no idea what you have put me through. There is no way I could ever begin to accurately describe the pain and heartbreak you put me through. I’ve cried so hard I’ve thrown up. I’ve even thought about cutting myself again because it may make the pain leave for a few minutes.

    But I know this: I am better than you. You have your comfortable life in a miserable marriage, you pretend it’s all good and then you fuck your students – students who are even more vulnerable than most. Students who need your help with the subject, students who have panic attacks and “daddy issues”.

    Your self-esteem is non-existent, and you cover it up by acting like an arrogant ass.

    But I still love you.

    I’m sorry you’re so sad about losing your best friend…that makes two of us. But I have to do this for ME.

    I cannot ever speak to you again, your emails will go into the trash from now on. I have to lose my best friend in order to heal from the heartache.

    I miss you SO much, I think about you ALL the time, and missing you is precisely why I cannot speak to you again.

    I deserve an explanation. Did you know you were going to hurt me? Did you intend on sleeping with me from the first moment, is that why you were so kind and supportive? Was it just a fringe benefit? Why didn’t you ever love me? How long have you known there was no chance at us being together and that you would never touch me again before you said so? I deserved to know immediately.

    You seem really worried I’ll tel your wife. I promise that won’t happen. It’s not worth the drama, and I DO still love you and I don’t hurt those I love (or their kids), and frankly it seems you’re pretty miserable in your marriage and I kinda think you deserve misery right now.

    Maybe one day I’ll be able to love again. I’m pretty bitter at this point. The ONE man I trusted broke me…that’s hard to deal with.

    I sorta regret ever meeting you.

    Your “special student”

    The End

    by  • August 15, 2010 • 0 Comments

    Dear Ex,

    I just wrote the opening of this letter as Boyfriend instead of Ex. Going back to change it was hard, because I think that in my mind you’ll always be Boyfriend. It’s always hard thinking of you and everything I put you through. I feel like you deserve someone better than me, and that’s why I broke up with you. It’s not your fault, it’s mine. I just couldn’t live with lying to you.

    I slept with him. At least, I think I did. You trusted me and I got so drunk that the only thing that stands out in my mind through the darkness is my lips touching his. The one thing I remember is that I fucked up. I just pushed it to the back of my mind and told myself I imagined it.

    I didn’t mean to hurt you. I didn’t want to leave you. You told me that cheating on you would hurt more than anything else in the world, so I left. I tried to save us both the pain of facing the reality. I know you’re still looking for answers, but I just don’t have them right now. I don’t know if I ever will. I don’t think I can ever tell you the real reason.

    I’m sorry.


    by  • August 15, 2010 • 0 Comments

    Dear All Restaurant-Goers EVERYWHERE,

    Your server is a human being. Your server also gets paid about 2.65$ an hour. If your food is late/ tastes bad/ has a hair in it/ fork is dirty/ WHATEVER- We’d LOVE to fix it for you but please realize it is NOT OUR FAULT and to tip 10% for the fault of the cook/ dishwasher (who get paid 10$ per hour more than us to do sometimes shitty work) IS JUST FLAT OUT RUDE.

    We have memories.

    Know that if you leave a crappy tip- the next time you come to our restaurant we murmur to eachother “Oh its that bastard again! He tipped me 5% last time!” And don’t be surprised if your drink doesn’t get refilled, you don’t get extra napkins, and you have to wait an extra 5 mins to get your bill.


    A GOOD TIP is 20%
    A HORRIBLE TIP is 10% this will make us curse you.

    We depend on these percentages to pay our bills. If you don’t like the system than don’t eat out.

    Every server in America