Write a Letter You Cannot Send (Read the Rules!)

[northern downpour ;;]

To whom it may concern:

I think I might be genderfluid.
I wouldn't even have to change my name if I was. I'm constantly mistaken for a boy with this name, anyway.
... Sigh.
Yeah, that's it.
Bye.

- Me

[Akele]

Dear mom,

Stop apologizing. Stop apologizing, like this is your fault.
You got cancer.
Stop saying things like "You're sorry that I have to go through something like this."
Because...it's breaking my heart.
You didn't ask for cancer. You didn't ask for it to be stage 4. You didn't ask for it to have spread to your liver and your lungs. And you didn't ask for the chemo to make you sick and weak, too.
I don't care about what differences we may have had in the past.
You're still my mom, and I love you.
Don't forget that.
I'd rather be sad about this, and go through this, than not have a mom at all.
We'll get through this, as a family, together. All of us.
Love, your daughter


Dear boss,
Try telling me one more time that I need to get over my mom dying of cancer.
I'm actively job searching. I will be gone within the next week.
The last straw was when you told me, "People die and you have to get over it."
I've reported you to HR. Good luck explaining your cruel self to them.
-No love, me

[odysseus]

Dear Past Me,

It's not worth going behind your family and friend's backs just to make short-lived internet friendships. The people in your life right now are so much more important.

[satyrn.]

Dear uk,
Oh my god child,PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD STOP PROCRASTINATING.
YOU.HAVE.SCHOOL.TOMORROW.
GO AND DO YOU HOMEWORK ;-;
I know its boring but you will have a million detentions to go to tomorrow if you DO.NOT.DO.IT
So get off of youtube,get off your lazy butt and go do some work.
from,uk

[Frisco]

God or anyone who can,
Keep safe and happy those I hold dear but had to say goodbye to.
- M

Dear friends in higher places,
I miss you and I'm sorry.
- with love, me

[wishbone!]

Dear people who refer to sexual things as "wrong",

Things implying sexual activity are not wrong. It may be inappropriate in certain circumstances, but it's not wrong, or dirty, or nasty. I'm so tired of being told that sex is bad. It's only bad if you aren't properly educated about it and are wildly careless with it. Please stop promoting the idea that sexual things are bad, and educate yourself. Abstinence is not always key.

[myk]

dear _,

i feel like i messed up somewhere but im scared to ask because i dont know if you even care if i did mess up :/

- myk

[northern downpour ;;]

Drake,

I don't know if I'll ever see you again. That kills me.
Well, not see you. I never did see you.
But hey, kid... I miss you. I can't help but feel like you might not be alive anymore. Maybe it's selfish of me to think that it was my fault. I know they hurt you too. I wish I could've been there. I wish I could've helped you. I wanted nothing more than to be able to stand up for you when they beat you up. That's what I heard, was it true? You were too good for this world, I guess.
We were kindred spirits, you and I. Both of us puppies that had been kicked one too many times and I knew how you felt. But I made it worse, I know. I just wish...
I wish we hadn't assumed we hated each other. I wish we hadn't assumed that not talking to each other would be best. I wish I'd known so much more than I did.
You'd be surprised by the character development I've gone through since then. I'm not what you called me when we played ToS and I killed you anymore, or at least, not as much of one.
And you know, I really loved you. You scared the hell out of me when you admitted the same.
I just wish I'd made different choices back then.
Maybe then you'd still be here.
The one thing I want to know, though... is if I'll ever talk to you again.
I don't care if we both have to be dead, if that's when we'll meet again, so be it.
I miss you.
I miss you, and I miss BluberryAssassin, and I miss LilBumbleBea, and I miss MrMustache, and Toxic sometimes, and the way things used to be, before I was stupid and everything went bad and before I even met that kid who made life better but also much worse...
I even miss when I was struggling to get out of my depression and you guys were my way of doing it.
My parents didn't know I was being bullied and they didn't know until recently, and you guys were what kept me sane enough to keep going, and God knows where I would've been without you.
I miss it all so much.
The Order, the... the everything.
At least I still have Peps.
But you. I want you. I miss you.
I still love you. But we haven't talked in a while, so as friends this time. But dang it, I really really wish I could've appreciated you more. You knew how it felt to be drowning in depression, and we were one and the same.
The one difference is, you thought I was strong.
Truly, I was weak. I only occasionally felt strong.
Why did you think I was strong? You said that because I had gone through so much and I was still going.
But the truth is, after every single bad thing happened to me, I fell apart and pieces of me scattered in the wind, and I never actually got all of the pieces back, so now a lot of me is still scattered, and I'll never get those parts back. When you guys put me back together, I never really was the same, because the missing pieces made me more fragile.
And what did he mean, Drake?! What did he mean when I said you hated me and he said "Trust me, he does NOT hate you." What did it mean?! Did you still love me?
How much did I hurt you?
I'm sorry this is so long. I'm sorry I hurt you. I'm sorry I couldn't wait two weeks. I'm sorry I made the wrong choice.
I'm more sorry than words could ever express. And I miss you so much it hurts.

I wish you, Drake Morgan.
~ Snow

Dear Paul,

I SWEAR, I DON'T ACTUALLY LIKE YOU ;-;
What we had was wonderful and a complete joke so I promise you I don't actually like you
even though you're a nicer version of the person I *cough* PREVIOUSLY still, but I'm getting over him liked, I don't like you. even tho I would love it if aforementioned person was nice like you. And hey, you're more in my age range too, but I don't like you. I promise.
At least...
I don't think I do ;-;

~ 2nd

[teacher's pet.]

To Miss C.
Please, don't make me eat out on Thursday. I know you don't understand and you're just trying to be nice, but I am on a diet. It's not like I'm going to ruin my own health, so please do not offer me food. I love you and everything, you're my favourite teacher. But just... please don't notice. Just brush it off as nothing okay? You wouldn't understand.
With apprehension, Saskia

[TheFae]

To Mr. B

I want to thank-you for ruining my love of music, for destroying my confidence with playing, and for making me hate playing something I used to love. Before Wind Ensemble and Concert Band, I absolutely loved playing my trumpet. Now, I absolutely hate it. I dread going to Wind Ensemble and picking up my trumpet. I have no confidence, because if it isn't perfect in your book, it's not good enough. I am a perfectionist, and I drove myself crazy trying to be good enough. Now that I'm not, I hate making music. I need to be good at it in order to love it, and since by your standards, I am not good enough. I am only in Wind Ensemble Honors for my GPA, but that is all now. I used to want to do it for my love of music, but since you obliterated that, it turned to something I need rather than want. Again, thank-you for completely ruining my music career, it is very appreciated.

Sincerely,
The Fae

P.S. You have no right to be as cruel as to call people out for a mistake or for taking a second to understand what you are trying to say. You have no right to be so sassy when you call said people out, and embarrass them to the point where they have a panic attack when they get home. You have no right to act as the King when you are in fact a measly teacher who sucks at teaching music and song choices. You do have every right to be a lazy, fat, son-of-a-gun though, and I applaud you on being just like every American.