To the hopeful people of this site, and the not-so-hopefuls: About two weeks ago, I submitted a letter to this site, urging a particular someone to find me, to save me. He did. Never give up hope on your letters. They are meaningful to someone.
Read more →Tell me something ___________, I just got played by 2 guys in a row, then verbally assaulted by another one and no one is throwing rocks at my window. Am I ugly? Do I have a lame personality? Does God hate me? No. It’s timing. We may not understand why things are the way they
Read more →A couple of days ago, me and my friend were at a gelato stand near the Trivi Fountain in Rome. We were having a great night, and it was beautiful and fun as only a night in a different country with friends can be. My friend told me that she had the money to buy
Read more →I have a specific, and large, group of people in mind when writing this letter. It includes every child that ever wanted to be President, or a journalist, or a unicorn rider, or a ballerina, or an actor/actress, or a writer, or an astronaut, or a monkey trainer. It includes every teen that ever dreams,
Read more →I’m 19. I have huge dreams and ambitions, but I’m terrified that they won’t come true. I want to sing on a stage, in a stadium sized arena full of people that want to hear my music. I want to sing with the heros I admire. I want to be fierce. I want to be
Read more →I have been with this guy and that guy but no more. I have felt heart break and friendship and been taught lessons in the oddest of ways. I will not make myself fall in love and become dependent on a guy ever again. My life is my own and that is that. I know
Read more →I don’t know where I’d be without you and you’re the best single mom in the world. You deserve the best life ever, you’re my motivation to do the best I can in school. I want to be able to do really nice things for you like you continuously do for me. You’re the best
Read more →Moments can be found in which I deeply question the construct of society, it’s all just a self repeating game. Growing up used to mean getting a job What they meant to say was growing up was getting in debt, and being disillusioned by the real world. Why must we always censor things for children,
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