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

[Desmond]

Mother, dear.
I'm sick. Ish. My eardrum is injured and has holes in it, which allowed an infection to set in behind it, which in turn is draining down to my throat and rendering my voice almost completely silent. I can't really talk all that well. But all you want to do is chat and talk and make me confirm and reconfirm and tell you what I'm doing ten times over until you understand, and then you get irritated when I get frustrated and end up screaming to get my voice to half of its usual clarity and volume.
Please stop slamming doors and throwing things around. I'm not mad at you. I'm not even really all that mad, though I'll get there if my voice doesn't come back by Sunday, when I have to work at the stupidly loud restaurant again. Just let me be silent and sip my tea nice and peacefully. Please. That's all I want, that's all I need for my throat to feel a little better until the infection clears up, as it always does.
But while you're like this? The slamming doors bit? Picking fights to hear me hoarsely scream and cough up a lung? I'm sorry, but I'm locking myself up in my room, in case my throat starts to bleed, too. I can feel it already start to tear in the back, like a deep graze on the skin except... y'know, internal and right beside my voicebox. I don't need to be falling apart on my second week at my job. :c I need the money desperately, even if I hate it. Even if it's making me look like I'm in an abusive relationship because I keep getting these wicked bruises and cuts. Please help me keep my job by not being argumentative or conversational right now.

Love as always,
your kraken.

[autumnsoundtrack]

Dear T,

Wow, I don't know where to begin, but boy have you caught my eye. We've been in the same class for the whole year, but just not am I starting to actually kinda have feelings for you; isn't that strange? What's even stranger is that I seem to have the feeling you might have the slightest interest in me too. Although that theory is 99.99% wrong, considering you have a girlfriend and all, not to mention it's a long-term thing too. Oh well, I struck out here I guess. I just want you to know that you're an awesome, bubbly, fun person that I care about more than I should.

Yours,
Autumn

Dear D,

Why is it that something always makes me gravitate towards you. I'm just minding my own business, and suddenly you pop up, and after one glance it takes so much for you to get off of my mind. It's sad, really, considering you'll never notice me, and that I'm too socially awkward to ever try and make conversation with you anyways. I can't help it though, liking you, and I don't think I can stop. I've been keeping this a secret from everyone, including my best friends, and it's killing me not telling anyone but it's for my own safety. So here I am, writing this letter I am unable to send to you. I guess what I'm just trying to say is I feel like a fish that's been caught on your line, but you can't notice you've got a bite. Bad analogy, I mean who wants to compare romance to a slimy fish, but it's the best I could come up with. Maybe one day we'll be stuck together on a project that forces us to talk, and we'll have this storybook romance where we realize we're pretty compatible after all and we fall in love - but just let the dreamers dream, I really don't want to wake up to the reality that my love life is at an absolute zero right now.

Sincerely yours,
Autumn

[Piera]

Dear dad,
How about you SHUT YOUR BLOODY TRAP!
Its MY fault that I told you again and again and again and again that I NEEDED new clothes to wear tomorrow for an excursion and you just simply ignored me!? Sorry, was I the one SLEEPING ALL DAY!? Was I the one making EVERY EXCUSE IN THE BOOK NOT TO GO SHOPPING FOR CLOTHES!? Was I!? Me and your gf were saying ALL WEEK that I needed new clothes! ALL FREAKING WEEK! And all you needed to do was drop me off at the shops in town, you lazy pig of a person. Too hard driving 20.minutes, not even that? Like its hard for you to watch a kid for 5 minutes before yelling at it?
'You might aswell not even go, if your gonna dress like a dag, cause you think its cool.'
Go to hell! You think I WANT to wear a shirt 2 sizes too small, pants with holes in them!?
'Why doesnt your mother give you clothes.'
SHE DID! Im wearing them right now! Stop trying to deflect everything to mum!
'Just were gfs pants.'
How about you wear becs boyfriends jeans and i'll get back to you.
'You didnt tell me the clothes were for Sunday.'
WHAT ELSE WOULD THEY BE FOR!? A party that you always whinge about til we decide not to go?
I dont even know why I care, considering recent events, you more than likely will sleep through the alram and not wake up til its too late and you'll blame me.

And of course you are calling bec, asking her, who live 2 hours away, if she has any pants I could borrow.
JUST TAKE ME TO THE FREAKING SHOPS YOU IDIOT!

[INK.]

J,
Haha, tonight was weird, fun. But it was still weird, we only interacted over text- but it was the longest texting conversation we've ever had, and the funny part is that I decided it was a good idea to watch Paranormal Activity 4. Home alone. At night. So we were having a normal conversation, then it would fluctuate between me trying to hold a conversation and me sending you panicked texts in caps lock... and you stuck around through the conversation, actually- I think that a good part of it was amusing for you.

Some highlights:

me: I have to know what happens, so in other words, I'm curled up on my couch clutching a pillow and your jacket
you: Hahaha :) well i hope it ends well :)
me: It never does though.... Can we watch a funny movie together sometime? That sounds really nice right about now...
you: Hahaha of course we can :)

(Later)

me: hard to type when scared.
you: Hahaha :) i understand :) you want me to go so you can watch? :)
me: NO YOU ARE A SIGNIFICANT COMFORT
you: Hahaha ok :) ill stay :) hahaha
me: THIS IS WHY IM CURLED UP WITH YOUR JACKET

(Near end of movie)

me: Bad things are happening in this moVIE THIS MOVIE ITSELF IS A BAD THING I REGRET THIS. I RECOMEND THIS TO NO ONE EVER. THS IS NOT OKAU PPL AR DYING
you: Oh geez... its gonna be ok :) i promise :)
me: THIS IS NOT OKAY HALF OF ME IS FREAKING THE * OUT AND THE OTHER HALF IS SMILING BECAUSE OF YOU I AM EMOTIONALLY CONFUSED

Yeah. Sorry, I don't normally do this... ha, thank you though :)

INK.

[.sleepwalkers.]

You,

Why? I don't understand. To be honest, I don't really care, but it makes me angry. You do not want to see me snap. It's not pretty. And if I do snap... You'd better protect yourself with titanium armour.

Me, the one you irritate.


Imagination,

I love you :3

Me.


English teacher,

Ok. You ask us to write a fantasy adventure story, and then you only give us two lessons to write it?! I mean, for me to write a decent story, I need at least three lessons. At least.

A miffed and favourite student of yours, apparently.

[wolfsong-mapleflame]

Skul.
Yep. I wrote another poem. If you read it, let me know, please. I'm sick of being silent, my plea's unheard.
Here it goes, then...

I say I'm fine, but it's a lie,
I won't listen to you, but I will read.
So please, don't talk, but instead, type.
Because people can overhear, but cannot read your words,
When I say I'm fine, I want you to stop my lies.
I say I'm fine, but I need you to say 'tell the truth',
I can't keep it secret, not anymore.
I'm going to let them know, one by one.
I need to listen to you acknowledging what I have told,
If you read this, I need you to let me know,
I need you to talk to me, not just type
I need to know you actually care,
I can't listen, if you don't talk,
I need to listen, I need you to talk,
But you never do,
So instead I read, just please type back.

[fox.fire.dreams]

Dear N-

Why do I like you so much? I remember hating you when I first met you, not being able to open myself up. You seemed so one-dimensional, and that bored me. You had one side to you, and that unnerved me. However, as I hung out with you more, I began to learn more things about you, about all the things we have in common. I was shocked at how fast you managed to change my opinion of you. Before I knew you, you were just another kid in my class. Now, I find it hard to not notice you. I often find myself staring at you or trying my best to seem more like a girl around you. Yeah yeah, I know my personality is more aligned with a males, but I still can't help but feel giddy every time you talk to me. I enjoy being around you so much that it feels a little unhealthy. Considering I don't trust people easily, I am scared of how much I want to tell you everything about myself. I don't want to open up, but I feel inclined to when I'm around you. You're so easy to talk to, super funny, and super entreating. I've never met someone who is able to keep me interested in them. I always feel like there is something I don't know about you. Something I have to learn. When people look at you without getting to know you, you're just that funny guy who can always crack a good joke. After talking to you, they will learn there is something more behind that front. I don't know if you are just putting on an act to keep people from knowing how you really are, but one day I would love to learn what it is that you are so desperately trying to keep hidden. I just wish that I had the courage to tell you how I feel about you, but I know that you don't feel the same way. You probably see me as just a friend. I'm fine with being just a friend though, as long as I get to be next to you.

With love,

DW

[bunearie]

Dear Homework,

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Sincerely, Student.

[lux.aeterna]

Dear K,
I hated you at the beginning. I truly did. Not just the hate that one carries against a person that sprays too much Axe in the hall. Real hatred. You were egotistical. You made yourself seem better than we were. You weren't. I hated you to the point that I refused to be second chair all because I would have had to sit next to you. I turned down the better position because of you. You and your ego. Where did that ego go? As the weeks and months passed you became...better. Once you realized who you were playing with, you realized who you were. You were just one of us. Not better than us but not worse than us. Just one of us. You realized that we are equals in our art. You and me specifically. We're counterparts essentially. Everyone said that you had eyes for me. I saw it as well but refused to believe it. I still don't if that's true but I want to let you know that...I have eyes for you as well. You are what makes me want to get out of bed in the morning. You're a carefree person and you might not be the brightest but that doesn't matter. Your passion for music is what matters. I might be a year older but I've always seen you as equal. I'll be leaving you next year sadly but it won't be for long. In two years time, you'll be back by my side. I trust you lead the orchestra next year once I'm gone.
Love,
K

[proud.little.wolf]

Dear _,

You're making it really hard to care, y'know? I'm not sure I do anymore.

-X