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

[violet.mp3]

Dear Sister, i'm sorry for everything I have ever done to you that is bad, it's just that... oh, I don't even know! Please forgive me, I just don't know what to say, but i'm glad that we can never stay mad at each other. It's just that sometimes I just want to punch you in the stomach, but I don't.
Anyway,
Love, your dear sister.

[QUITTING WAHH]

{ Dear Fortoresse,
Please stop making me switch team colors.
I am a red at heart. Not a blue.
Why?
Because the first time I ever played, I was red.
So I am red. I will forever and always be red.
When I switch teams to blue and have to kill people on the red team, it feels like I'm going against myself.
Like I'm a traitor.
And I don't want to be a traitor!
What's even worse than that is that my best friend, S_______d, is sometimes on the red team while I'm switched to blue.
I don't wanna kill my friend, you dang game!
It's like being transsexual. When I switch teams, I'm a blue, but I'm really a red.
I just wish that you could stop making people switch teams and just keep them on the same teams for all the rounds that they play!
Please and thank you.

Your fortoresse user, H_____i.

[Oliverstorm]

Dear the creep who sits behind in Spanish class,

Would you please stop? I think I make it very clear by muttering one word responses to your questions show that I'm not into you, and you make me feel scared. Stop calling me girl, and baby, please and thank you. Every day you just get worse and I'm about ready to ask Senor _______ if I can switch seats with someone. Even if it means moving away from my best friend it's better than having to feel threatened by you, even if that's not your intent. There's no way you could know what happened a long time ago, but please stop. I've also told you that I'm a lesbian - that doesn't mean I'm a challenge for you. It means I like girls. Get that through your thick skull and leave me alone now.

Sincerely,
Ollie

[debris]

Dear brother
I'm sorry I explode at you sometimes. But throwing large hard bruise-leaving things won't help. But you're 7 years younger than me and so to me, you're an idiot because you don't know half the things you do. And when you asked where Ms. J was the day after she died you made me cry. A lot. I'm sorry I confuse you and I'm sorry I shut you out like Elsa shuts Anna out.

Love,
Your sister

[apollo.]

Dear one direction,
No one wants to steal "your girl" and no one wants to take her heart away. She does not belong to you either.
This song is way overplayed, and it's annoying how you talk about your girl like she's a possession. She's not.
From, someone who is not a fan of your songs.

[aequilibrium]

Dear time,

I wish you could let me go back to the 3rd and 4th grade and stop ticking after that. Because so far, nothing has been better than those old days when we were the most innocent we could ever be. And we were happy. We didn't care about anything, we didn't care who people were, where they came from, what they did or wanted to do, their intelligence or their looks. We just spent all the time playing with each and everyone of the people who were out there, even if most of the times we kept our stuff mostly to our little group. But we were still so innocent, we couldn't do anything bad to others and we enjoyed our time, even if we didn't know what time or what enjoying something truly was. I mean, overall we had no idea what life was and we had no worries about anything, we were just living life in our own ways with no conditioning factors or consequences...

~ Someone nostalgic

[hellfire hounds]

dear depression.

please, can you leave me alone? I would like to be happy for once.

from,
J.
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dear mother,

please stop yelling and screaming profanities in my ear.
please stop hinting that I am a failure.

you are killing me inside.

from,
J.

[TheNightDancer]

Dear teacher,
Why do you think I'm a good student?
Sure, I get pretty good marks, but I procrastinate, and I stay up too late and...
I don't think I'm a very good student at all.
My best art was a photo I took by accident. ACCIDENT! I don't care if it's teh best in the class, I can't claim it as mine, it's just lucks.
I wish I could stop procrastinating, then everything would be better. But I can't..... it's like a drug. Like sorpos.
You confuse me so much (teacher), you are nice and everything yet..... i just don't know.

[ParaKitty]

Dear J,
I'm really sorry if you think I'm crushing on you which I'm not, but yeah if it seems like it, I understand. I try not looking at you as much as I can, but your backpack and shoes are really bright and pops out of the picture so mind is like "Ooh, what's that? -looks- Oh yeah huh, it's him". Most of the time I see the bright color and tell myself "no no no nooo' it's him, you know it's him. Stay", but other times I just accidentally make eye contacts.
From,
K

[wicked;]

Dear B,

I spend a lot of my time hating the fact that I like you, because it really does suck. I don't want to like you, because it's awkward and I get it, the feelings aren't mutual. I don't expect them to be... But then I remember that I do like you; I really like you, and I'm grateful to have met you.