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

[keegui]

dear h,

i hate you. i hate you more than you could ever fathom. i know that hate is a strong word, but i also know that there are no other (appropriate) words that could describe how much i just absolutely loathe you. you told me that you loved me. you bought me presents and called me your princess and you made me feel like the most important person in entire the world right before you decided to drop me. you dropped me, h. you threw me away like a piece of trash in a garbage can.

as much as you say that it isn't because of my cancer, i know it is. you're a self-centered jerk who doesn't want to waste his time loving someone who's probably going to die in a hospital bed before she can even reach her twenties because of her nsclc. they've given me five years. five years. that's five years that i could spend with you, playing the role of your princess in a magical castle made of our undying love for each other. but you'd rather love someone who you can have kids and grow old with. someone who isn't going to be sick for the rest of their life.

i'm sorry that i'm not healthy enough to be your princess. i'm sorry that you're too blind to see how much i still care about you, and wish that you weren't such an ignorant tool. i'm sorry that i ever believed our stupid lie of a relationship. but one thing i'm not sorry for is hating absolutely everything about you. the dirty blonde hair that you constantly sweep out of your face so you can see, the dimples that appear in your cheeks when you laugh really hard, those pale blue eyes of yours that i used to think were the most gorgeous things i'd ever seen. i hate it all. i hate who you are now, and i hate who you were when i could call you mine, because that boy was just a beautiful lie. that's all you'll ever be, h. you're a liar with a pretty face, and i absolutely, undeniably hate you.

sincerely, b

God bless your soul.

[widowed]

dear _______,
i'm really excited about this trip, aren't you? i'm so happy i found out that my best friend is going on this trip as well. though i'm not too keen on getting up at like five in the morning, i'm still so excited. i'm not really sure what's in there, but a lot of people said they wanted to go, but never had the chance. i also don't like how we're going to be back at 8:30 at night, and i was planning to stay up all night with someone else. oh, well, even if i'm dead tired, i'll still stay up with him. oh my gosh i haven't been this excited in forever. i hope we're on the same bus, too. well, i don't know if there's going to be more than one bus or not. i'm super excited. i wonder where we're going to eat. and how long it'll take to get all the way to alabama. this trip is going to be amazing! also, there's a giftshop there. and you're coming with me. i can't wait, i'm so excited.

from,
pinkie.

dear _____,
i'm really sorry. i just didn't want to show you because it's a really stupid thing to get really upset over. i'm sure it's just a joke, and i'm sure that was just a compliment. i believe the things you say to me, i really do. i just over think things a lot and i'm sorry. i love you.

from,
pinkie.

[sirène]

Dear E,
Do you hate me, or think of me as a friend?
Seriously, I'm getting mixed signals here and I really don't like it, one moment you are like "yeah we're friends" the next moment you're like "no I hate you". Can you please decide so I can decide if I hate you or not? I don't think I can hate someone who is nice to me, but then again other times you're really rude...
- M

Dear J,
Oh my god I want to come out as bi to you so badly
but if I tell you, I know everyone else is going to find out and I don't know if I'm ready for that yet. I do know you support LGBT+ but I'm not sure about our other friends, and I know if you find out, it'll be a short amount of time before they find out too.
- M

[amicia]

dear you,

you say i'm your best friend. you text me, you write me long letters stating how close we are, and etc., but honestly, i don't see it working out. for some reason, whenever the other 'populars' aren't around, you're just, well, you. happy, honest, and jolly. but when they come around, you immediately run off to go with them, and you change. maybe you're still that happy character, but something about you changes. it angers me, and usually you leave me in the dust without a friend, due to our other best friend almost never being at school. when your around them, you try so hard to blend in, that you usually only give me curt looks whenever i try speaking with you whenever they are around. i honestly feel like i'm the second choice with you; whenever they aren't around, you come to me, and when they are, you run off with them. sure, they're nice people, but i just want you to stop trying so hard to get their attention. plus, you've been a real drama queen lately; always commenting whenever you hurt yourself or when you just want attention. you're an attention-seeker. period. i hate feeling so much bitterness towards you, because we've been best friends for years, but the way you treat me on most occasions makes it hard to feel content when i'm in your presence. all the times you've left me standing alone in line, at the lunch table, or even running off to where i have to play by myself at gym, i hate how you try so hard to keep in line with the 'popular' kids. and how you always try to act 'cool' in the presence of your crush, one of the 'populars'. face it, he's never going to like you; only as a friend. you try so hard to hang out with him and get him to fall for you, but it's just never gonna happen. you even told me yourself that if you were walking with me, and if he came and asked if you could walk with him to the lockers, that you'll go with him and leave me in the dust. you don't know how much that angered me. everything you seemingly do in front of the 'populars' is hypocrisy. i just hate it and i wish you knew.

sincerely,
your best friend

[Paddfoot]

Dear L,

You don't know. You just can't. I don't know if you feel the same, but I certainly do feel like this. It makes me feel nauseous to think you can't feel the same. I'm not mad, just confused. You never talk if I talk, and sometimes don't reply. Do you know what I used to do while holding that big saxophone in the echo-y room? I thought about you. Every time you walked in that doorway from building 8, a shiver went down my spine. I couldn't help but to smile. I tried to do something, but when I did, you were insanely uncomfortable, and I backed away like a coward. I can see that now, that you probably have or will soon have someone else to replace the feelings you once held for me; the ones I still have for you. I heard from Minnie Wheels that you have a few that you like. Is one of them me? I can't help but wonder and fathom if you were thinking of me when you said that. Yes, she told all of third period. Remember when you came for marching band practice? I was so happy, you had no idea... I couldn't bring myself to say, "Can you take a picture or two with me?" I had to ask some other clarinet to do it. When I hugged you, I was the happiest girl in the world. And when you passed by at the Christmas Parade... You have no idea what I felt. It was a wave of many emotions, and they hit me like a slap across the face. I had to hug my friends to keep from tearing up and sobbing. I screamed your name, twice. You didn't even look back at me. I know you heard, I just do. Why didn't you say anything to me? And now, we haven't talked face-to-face for months. It's eating me alive, this is. I'm under much pressure, and I need you. I don't want anyone else but you. And now, I'm coming closer, nigh August. I'm going to be building robots. I don't know if I told you, though. I might not go to band, though, so just be prepared not to see me... I'm going into orchestra, hopefully. That doesn't mean I won't see you at lunch or after school, though, right? I hope we can talk. Just talk. You're so close, yet so far into the distance, that I can almost reach out and touch your shoulder. Will you come closer so I can see your face? To hug you again? I hope so. The next time I see you, even glance at you, or even think some distorted figure is you, don't be surprised to see my wet eyes. I love you.

Love, O.

[exixst]

Dear "friend",

I'm not sorry that I'm not helping you to succeed.
But, today, you got a clear view at how different we are.
And I could not be happier that all of the hard work I've put into my lessons is paying off.
I have handfuls of tips I could give you for your tryout music. But I'm not sharing any of them. Why? Because I'm so done with the way you torment me. Must you act like a damn fifth grader? (no offense intended towards any fifth graders, by the way; fifth graders are cool when they're in fifth grade. Someone my age acting like they're at such age is simply annoying, that's all.)
Do not touch my things when I tell you not to. Do not snatch things from my possession just because they're out in the open. Do not touch my phone and keep it out of my reach. Do not 'bonk' my head with anything. Do not smack my arm "playfully" because I'm saying something a little more rude than you deem acceptable.
Could I be blamed for wanting to get away from you? You bring insecurities I didn't even know I had up to the surface. You talk down to me. You refuse to have any sort of imagination, and act like it's weird that I have one. Hell, when I briefly mentioned something about not liking myself, you gave me an "oh really?", as if I was faking it.
I'm sick of you. I'm tired of trying to forgive you all the time. I've always said that you don't mean to be so cruel to others, and I'm sure you don't, but trying to be your friend is hard when you act the way you do.
Let me be the first to tell you that you don't have any right to put anyone in their "place", you narcissist. I don't care how strikingly high your grade card is. Because you know what? Your "intelligence" won't make any difference if people don't like you. Who wants to work with someone who always thinks they're right, and is too stubborn to just admit their faults? Who wants to be around someone who judges anyone who is not smart, religious, and responsible? I certainly don't. I want to get away from you.
Maybe I'm the cruel one, thinking all these things while still pretending to be your friend. That's entirely possible. I'm purposely only helping myself so I can score into a higher orchestra than you can, while not sharing any of the tips my teacher has given me with you. But guess what? I don't even care.
I hope I can finally get the opportunity to put you in your place. To show you that you're not the best at everything. I just have to do everything I possibly can to make sure that this happens. I can't guarantee anything. I can't guarantee that our conductor won't split us up. I can only hope he does, but it's entirely possible that he puts us together again. That would be devastating.
I want to get away from you. And I will do everything I possibly can to do such without actually admitting to you that I don't like you. Why? Because I'm a horrible human being who is passive-aggressive.
You've ruined me multiple times. You've pissed me off so many times. You've shot me down more times than I can count.
And you did so to the wrong person.
If there's anything about passive-aggressiveness that I thought didn't match, it was the fact that we seek revenge. But guess what I'm doing now? Getting my revenge. I will go through so many things to put a crack in your ego. Why? Because you've hurt me so many times, and I'm now just looking for a chance to innocently hurt you, as you "innocently" did to me.
How could it ever be my fault that I get into a different orchestra? The choice is out of my hands, is it not? You couldn't possibly blame me, and yet it would be one less class I would have to put up with you.

Sincerely,
Your secret enemy.

[myk]

dear friends,

i feel like you are lying to me :/
i should just stop trusting you or something :/

- myk/brooke.

[northern downpour ;;]

SSW,

L i s t e n
I'm not abandoning my bae for some dutch bag who is only hitting on me to get a rise out of me.
We all know you're not interested in me. It's obvious. You're just doing it for the drama.
And I know that, which is the exact reason why I'm gonna have to ask that you leave me alone.
I want to enjoy being single with the person who makes me feel not single.
So leave me alone.

- Nerd #2

[il tuo ♥ amore]

(I use this thread to rant too much, I feel ;w; But it's the only place I can let out my emotions <3)

Dear ___,

You are such a backstabbing child ... You are such a liar, cheater, and everything else in the book. And you probably don't even realize it, or if you do realize it, you simply don't care at all.

You've been being rather rude to people. You've been playing the "nice guy," trying to act like you're all sweet and innocent, but you never fooled me. You're a liar. A manipulator. And a hypocrite. I tried to do the right thing and let you know what you were doing- I might have come off a little more harsh than I intended- but I was hoping that if you saw the error in your ways, then you'd stop and try to become a better person. But, instead you try to flip the situation on me and make me out to be the horrible person. You knew those things you said to me hurt my feelings. But, did you care? Nope. You just made a joke out of it and told me to laugh it off.

And guess what? You still haven't changed. You're just as hypocritical, manipulating, and rude as before. Only this time I don't have the heart to even try and talk to you about it, because I know you'll just make me feel terrible about it later on ....

;w; Sorry for sounding so whiney- friend troubles make me want to bang my head against the wall.

With Silent Irritation,
Cobalt Woof~

[☆ marriage maze ☆]

Dear ignorant friend,
Feminism does not mean desiring superiority over men. It means desiring equailty with men.

So please think twice before calling me a misogynist.

Also, I am not a feminist just because I am a lesbian, nor am I a lesbian just because I am a feminist.


-Oh, you know who I am.