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

[AtlasHyperion]

Dear Aunt S,

If you could be a little less controlling, that'd be rad. I didn't walk into the kitchen for the sole purpose of distracting my dad so he couldn't be on the phone with you. I just asked for the god-damned barbecue sauce.

Ugh.

[Strange_Atoms]

dear

you are so rude, and seething to everybody who you don't deem perfect. I just wish I didn't have to put up with you. But I willl rise, rise above your petty ways. a man once said, "Throw me the wolves, and I'll come back, leading the pack." jeez.
sincerly,
m

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[Strange_Atoms]

dear Yh
i don't like anything about you
you disrespect my god, and yet claim to be loved by him
you want everybody to bow down to you becaue you are diffrent and because you have pride. sometimes i watch you And I grit my teeth and I sit and rot because if anybody says anything bad about you they are evil. you don't deserve your placement. you have not won, just wait until you reach the real world. or heaven for that matter. like you will even go there.
worst wishes
m

[catdoqq]

dear a,
YOU’RE SO CUTE AND I HOPE YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU. pls don’t apologize when I try to make you feel better, I want to n i’m Perfectly Happy to if it means you feel better. you mean literally the world times a million to me and pls don’t lose sight of that <33

dear s,
YOU’RE ALSO SO CUTE AND I HOPE YOU KNOW TOO HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU. you’ve helped me get through so much and I am immensely thankful for that. I will never not appreciate you <33

dear a & t,
I love you guys so much and I hope y’all know that if it weren’t for you guys and your constant support and love, I wouldn’t be here. I love you guys so freaking much ok and it sucks mr t isn’t here so we can hang out there in the mornings, but we’re gonna get together n hang out a ton this year.

dear s,
hey!! please know I love you too. we don’t talk as much due to school, but I still always get super happy when I see a message from you/when we’re talking. you’re always gonna be one of my best friends, no matter how often we talk.

[Trexxa]

dear l,

yes, I'm talking to you, absolutely wishing you would do the same. it's so terribly hard to share a living space with someone you don't even talk to. I don't even get why you're trying so hard to shut me out. like, what did I ever even do to you?? we barely know a thing about each other; it's impossible to, when all you do is give me those ugly glares and short, snappy sentences. why do I get the vibe you dislike me so much?? how can you even judge me as a character when we don't even speak?
honestly, lately, it's been annoying the heck outta me. I hate it when you bring all your "friends" in here and brag about the place, and just pretend like I don't exist in the background. and when you're not doing that then all you do is complain and be negative about how your parents and your whole situation sucks. honestly you should be grateful you've come this far and got things this good. I wish you'd just look on the bright side for once and talk things out with me, cause I'm about ready to put my foot down and confront you about this whole thing. and trust me, it's not gonna be pretty when I do. I try to be as empathetic as possible, I really do, but you are pushing even my limits.

sincerely,
your "in the background" roommate.

[chateau]

dear mom
you cause so much sadness and frustration.
why can't you let us talk to you about it.
all i/we want is for you to care.

dear dad
why do you keep doing thAt

dear m
i love you

dear n
please get a hold of yourself.
we are trying to tell you things
but you never listen. you need to grow up

dear god
why does it feel like you're hiding from me...

[SunnyD98]

Dear Future Husband,

I love you so so much. You brought me out of such a dark place, one that id been struggling to escape for a while. You brought light and love and laughter back to me. You gave me my life back. I can feel again. The mist that shrouded my soul has thinned, allowing your rays of light to shine through. Thank you. Even though I still struggle. Even though depression makes me cry or I have suicidal thoughts. Even though I tried to make you stop loving me and tried to push you away at first. Even though the odds were against us and the world told us it wouldnt work. You still loved me. You still chose me. You still wanted me. Thank you. I didn't realize it then, but you were the one thing i could count on. My love, my best friend, my family. This next fall, when I walk down the wedding isle to you, we will finally have made it. Through the pain and struggles to get there. Through the good times. We will have done it. Together. Forever and always. I love you.

-S

[gansey]

it's dumb that i'm writing a letter to you, especially so soon, because we barely knew each other but i knew enough about you to know that you were a genuinely good person. it hurts me so much even though you probably knew my name and nothing else to know that you're gone. i know you had so many friends and i feel so awful and i feel even worse because we really couldve been friends had we had even one uni class together. you worked so hard in life to have it cut so short and i'm so sorry that you will never be able to shine even brighter than you already did, but you made an impression in the eighteen years you were here, which a lot of people cannot say. i've been crying all night and write this in hopes of feeling better, in hopes that somewhere out there you will see this and understand that i know it's dumb but you were such a great person that people other than your friends could see that. it couldve gone so many ways and i keep trying to tell myself that everything happens for a reason but i can't understand why. when i saw the email i didn't actually believe it was you or what i was reading was real but it was and i'm going to think about you for so long and i'm forever going to remember this night. i pray that there is an afterlife and that you were in it, living out the days you couldn't live on earth. i know you'll make whoever is there with you happy.
p.s. i hope you got a five on your ap psych exam, i know how hard you studied for it.

-mel

[Kaname]

dear fruit stand metal guy,

sigh... so sometimes i think about things that have happened in the past and just randomly, i don't even know how it came about because i was simply doing my homework just now. there was no correlation. this is WAY different than the previous letter i had written here. i'd say that's a good thing as the last letter i wrote was just darn depressing. but anyways i wanted to write about this 'amusing' memory i have of. well. let's call him the "fruit stand metal guy". it was at a big japanese temple. i'll try to explain it to the best of my ability (which, really, isn't all that good). it's a wide area, you get there by walking across a train cross section thing, (i don't know what the heck i'm talking about) where the red light shows and the safety bars like... stop you from walking until the train passes.

so you walk across that and then you go up a small hill ish where there's food stands on both the right and left signs. my first time that i walked through that narrow pathway, i only saw out of the corner of my eye him preparing his fruit stand. time passes, i went up to the temple from the stairs and it's big inside but nothing special to me. the disappointing thing is that we're not allowed to go into the center section, and that was the only area with decorations. it was more of a building you looked out of to see other scenery, even that was hard with construction wood covering up a lot of the view. time passes as i go all around down through the forests and keep in mind - it is suuuuper hot outside. i was so parched i had to drink from a friend's water bottle and i don't even like water.

i decided to check the stalls again and there was this dude who for whatever reason, was blasting heavy metal slash screamo music in his FRUIT stall! boy had melons and stuff on the side while he put that on air for everyone to hear a mile away. i was shocked and i immediately thought this dude was crazy (i wasn't the only one i bet), that anyone who would buy from his stall had a iron steel will. there was a old foreigner woman who was fiddling with her wallet and i prayed for her poor ears. lo and behold, i was obsessed with walking back and forth to that narrow pathway of food stalls because i thought it was hilarious that every time i passed by, i'd get a blaring earful of music i'd be partial to except in public. the other partly since i was bored out of my mind, in the middle of summer. so yeah, every 20 minute interval i'd be strolling carefreely keeping my laughter in.
i write this in remembrance of you. we could have been friends had i said something along the lines of "awww yeaaaaaa" but i'm chicken

[Snowlondon]

dear n,
hi. i don't normally write letters on this forum - actually, this is my first. it feels too... open. all it takes is a search of my posts, and boom. you'll see this. but will you know it's for you? i think you will. or, i hope you will.
i know i'm not using proper grammar here, blah blah blah. honestly i don't care. shocking, right?
ok, i'll try to cut to the chase. you don't like formalities, i know. just like i know so much about you. because i'm a stalker? no. because i'm your best friend. right?
a year ago, you would have laughed. i can just hear you saying "of course we're besties, duh," and i would have nodded in agreement. but now, i think you're trying to make me feel bad. so bad.
you know, people tell me it's something you're good at. way too good at. what are you good at? blaming others. demonizing others. making others stay up all night worrying, even though it's your fault. your fault.
and you've done it again. i know what happened last year. it wasn't cool. i take the blame, this time deservingly. i wasn't a good friend. i know it, and i regret every moment.
but you weren't exactly an angel. no way hon. for every time i said something mean to you aloud, you'd say five hidden things.
you've always had a way with words. that's one reason we became friends. we knew words could be our tools. but for what?
not greatness, clearly. you discovered how to shape your sentances, so they revolved around an insult. yet, somehow, looking at it from afar, the insult was undetectable.
if i what i was doing could be considered a stab, you were feeding me traceless posion. like invisible ink, the cruelness would stay just long enough for me to read it, than fade away. and you could deny it.
our war is over. we aren't at each other's throats anymore. i thought, naively, that this meant we could be friends again. that everything would go back to normal.
i was so, so wrong. suddenly every action i'd made is tying me back against a wall, because of who? you. you are so unwilling to let the past stay there. everything has to come back. again, and again. i'm at your feet, apologizing endlessly. because i want our friendship back.
but you? nope. not an apology from you.
if that was it, i could patch up our friendship. but there's more.
you will never be held accountable for anything you ever did to me. why? I don't know. because life is unfair, i guess.
every time you ever sneered or jeered at me, forgotten. and to tell the truth i've tried to keep it that way. you might want me to suffer over and over in an infinite loop, but i am better.
i told myself that if i pretended your sins never existed, you would do the same for mine. but i realize that was me, lying awake all night all over again.
i'm so done. so let it be known to the world, you bullied me.
and i, trying to defend myself, was mean right back.
blame me if you want to. but both sides need to be told.
snowlondon