Write a Letter You Cannot Send

[cautiousculpeo]

Dear _____
i was told to look 'cute' today. What does that mean?? Are you going to ask me out? I dont realy want a BF right now. You dated my firend too. It makes the whole thing akward. Cant you see i want to be friends?

Love.
The girl of your dreams

[Metallic Dragon]

Ugh gag, apple cidar vinegar,

Oh how I hate you. You almost made me throw up. I'm supposed to be getting less sick with you, not more.

No love,
Metta

[blackberrycandy]

To Me

Dont Give Up.
Your Not Gone Yet, Your Not Dead Yet.

Love, The Girl Whos Always Too Hopeful, Me xxx

[yamideteru]

Please, just give me those tickets and let me meet my idols! Aren't you taking me seriously or what? I'm always there for you, but it doesn't feel like you are... You know how much i love 'em. Or, maybe not. But you should know. Gimme Those Tickets!
Ur not even thinking of giving them to me, ur like "I could give them to this person... Or this.. Or I can go by myself... Or wait, I might give them to you (with a voice that says "No, I won't.")..." PLEASE!

[Moceanu]

Dear _________,
I'll help in every way I can.
*HUG*
-J

Dear C,
Ohai.
Feel free to stop being a b tch to me any time soon.
You know, I think I might enjoy losing my head at you,
punching you,
getting a detention.
As long as I can see you in tears,
then I'm perfectly happy-
Considering everything you've ever said to me has often left me like that.
I would also like to point out that if you EVER hurt any of my friends again
I will rip you limb from limb,
feed you to a carnivorous duck,
give your skin to the natives to make into a canoe
and attack what's left of your purely self absorbed brain with a paring knife.
So NEVER
EVER
NEVER EVER EVER EVER EVER
Talk about her like that again.
-That annoying-b tchy-smartmouthy-sarcastic-critical-'emo'-midget.
PS. Never call me emo again.

Dear ______,
(:
That's fine.
You're awesome just how you are,
Don't try changing it,
Don't talk meanly about yourself,
And never call anyone better than you.
*In my opinion...*
Let's leave my opinion out of this...
For obvious reasons.
-Iz.

Dear H,
Look,
I'd give a hell of alot to be skinny too.
Just,
being THAT skinny-
You don't want it.
It's ruined the lives of friends
of mine
whom I haven't seen happy for a while.
So,
yeah, you want to be skinny...
But don't get it like that.
-A very scared Isobel.

[A Day To Forget]

Dear ________
AAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRR
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HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

[Syla Delaney]

Dear YOU.
You, I don't know what to say. I was nice to you, and that was great. I thought we were friends until you got weird, and now I'm a bit creeped out by you. You've got a girlfriend. You told me, and I know it. Please, I don't want to text you every five minutes. Please, I'm independent and far different from anyone you've ever met. You heard me. I'm not like any of those other girls you take me for, and you saying such disgusting things doesn't impress me at all. If anything, it's what made me start ignoring you in the first place. THEN you start getting all depressed every time I don't respond IMMEDIATELY. I've been over this. I discussed ALL of this with you, please. Leave me alone. Stay with the one you should be devoted to. I have my eyes on someone else. You should too.
Please, don't act like I'm like everyone else. Please, don't joke with me about the things you do. Please, stop hitting on me. Stop texting me.
Stop it.
You asked me if I like anyone else. I do.
I like someone who is by no means perfect, but he is at least kind, and doesn't act like you do. You're younger than I am even. He's older. He isn't gorgeous, or a smooth talker. He's a big dork. But you know what, I don't care. I gave you a chance. You can't say that I'm unfair, or that I'm 'like everyone else' for being mean. Far from it. You just need to learn how not be a pig. Maybe then you won't have to complain about people not texting you back. Don't cry to me. Stop following me. Stop trying to pet my hair.
I love someone else. You should too.
Go back to her.
-ME.

[Moceanu]

Dear ________
AAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRR
GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
HHHHHHHHHHWITHHHHHHHATEHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

I'm enjoying wondering who that was for.

[A Day To Forget]

Dear _____
GOOD FOR YOU.

[undertaker.]

Dear People in My Life,
I can't take it anymore. I've had depression for over half a year now, and I can't get rid of it. The logical thing would be to tell my parents, but it's really hard. I don't know what affected me so much, but it hurts. I have moments where I collapse, and start crying. My self-esteem was never very high, but it's almost hit rock bottom. I know the dangers of eating disorders and everything else, and I'm not going to do that. But it's getting harder, and my thoughts are turning colder; turning into thoughts about just ending it. I probably would have by now, but I'm scared. You call me fearless and brave when that's the opposite of who I am. One night, when I was alone, I had a knife. I was ready. But for some reason, I set it down, and took a long, thirty-minute bath. I'm not scared of pain of dying; I'm scared of what happens after death. But I have plans for my future. Just help me make it through for seven more years. Seven; and I'll be leaving this town. Leaving the terrible memories, and restarting my life elsewhere. Soon you can forget about me completely just like you have wanted. I'm not sure how to spend the next seven years of my life. I have plans for the future, but not for the present. I plan on going to theaters, watching plays, having a candle shop, and all sorts of things like that. But for now, I'm lost and I don't know what to do.