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

[jolteon!]

im sorry and i hope you forgive me, still not exactly sure if we should talk again but im thinking not now,
i dont know if i believe in fate but i feel like if we were to talk again the world would have to force us..
i cant excuse what you did but i did nothing wrong.. i was not in a good state and i had to get out of a
situation that i couldnt be in, it was toxic and so bad, i know you dont think of me anymore but my mind
always wonders and you sometimes come to mind, you're even sometimes in my dreams though.. a lot of
people are in them. im just.. nervous i guess, i want to know how you're doing

[Moonblaze-Angel]

Dear M,

WHAT THE ACTUAL CHICKEN NOODLE CHEEZIT SOUP. I told you. I told you not to break her heart. Her sitting on the bus crying to the window is not 'not breaking her heart'. It's just rude. And for what? Because you were too afraid to have a real relationship.

One where she cared for you, was patient and kind and loving to your dumb self. She did everything for you - changed herself, stopped doing dumb things, even stopped hanging out with that old friend of hers. To please you. Because she actually thought you were different.

Well, M, you were different. You were a guy I approved of. While you did dumb things (case and point in ending her friendship with said old friend, even if he did concuss her once), you were kind and polite and funny and generous. Your dumb self got in the way of being a great boyfriend.

Now my only love is crying and sobbing her damn heart out and wondering where she went wrong, and what she did. Because it's her fault. Because you can't just dump an emotional wreck by telling them it won't work right now. She came crying down the hall with your jacket because you asked for it back, and the promise ring she showed off at every opportunity.

I can't even look at you, much so less talk to you right now. You've crushed her. Exactly how your last girl did you.

And for what? Because you thought you weren't good enough.

Well, guess what, M. You weren't.

And I am.

[MooshiiDraws]

Dear Dad,

I miss you. I never got to talk to you about what i needed to before you left us all. I dont hate you just know that i just wish things were better i wish things were right i wish all this didnt happen in your life to make you mean i wish i knew how to talk to you and now i wot be able to ever again. its tiring how much i miss you my heads all messed up and you were the only comfort i had for years. Mom is how she always is distant we never knew each other and now its just two people living together who dont want to be there. My depressions got worse and im working on it i still have that dream of art and a nice house. I have a boyfriend now and i see alot of you in him all of the good things you showed me and held close is just so similar to him. I hope maybe one day somehow we can speak maybe in the next life. I hasnt even been a year yet im still torn on how i feel but what i do know if i love you daddy im sorry you cant walk me down the isle anymore but youll be walking beside me i suppose,
love your partner in crime,
Maddy

[Lostfairy]

Dear everyone,

Please. Stop telling me that I will figure it out. That doesn’t help me. I don’t KNOW what I flippin want to do with my life. I know that someday I’ll figure it out but heck, that isn’t 100% guaranteed. Life is rocky and it can switch directions so fast.

I don’t need to be told that I’ll “figure it out,” I’ll “know when I know.” Okay, like stop? What if I mess up? Huh? I only got one chance at this and I feel like I’ll mess up real bad and miss my life purpose.

I know some of you said that God’s got me but heck, I’m still scared. I know He’ll help me but when? How? What if I mess up on what He wants me to do?!! When I get asked what my hobbies are, I can only say art! Art will not take me anywhere. It doesn’t get enough money. Help? I’m useless?

It’s like getting told “oh I’ve been in the same situation as you!” That never helps anyone. Being told that I’ll be fine? That is just a bandaid to the problem. What if I should be figuring my life out NOW so that when I graduate sometime, I’ll know?

Oh gosh, this is more of a vent to myself then to anyone. My own brains telling me this. I’m telling myself these bandaid thoughts. I need to stop and look around and try to figure this out, with God.

-me

[Pale Verditer]

Dear Heart,

I really don't know how you do it. You have been hurt, broken, used and abused countless times. Give up.
Why? Why do you still want to love? I can tell you lost trust but you should really stop loving people like that. Nobody wants you like that. I wouldn't either.
You have turned ugly. A black, smoggy heart. That heart only wants more and more but it gets nothing. You get nothing. You're left to starve and die slowly in a desert you call your home.
Your persona is pretty useless as well. A man trapped in a female's body. A lowlife stuck living in his uncle and aunts house although he should've gotten at least an apartment by now. Not even a penny in his pocket to pay for his medical bills. Dropped out of college.
Yeah, you have a job. So what? A job at Goodwill isn't gonna help you pay your medical bills in 2 weeks before you get kicked on the streets.
Like I said. A lowlife persona. And his name? My god his family hates it. His own sister is ashamed of him and she pretty much raised him. Over a tattoo she got when she was young and stupid. She wrote his legal name onto her skin. You meant the world to her, and now look what you did.
Trace? Oh, honey. Maybe he has no trace of sanity left, now that he has lost everything, right, weak heart?
He lost his mom, his dad, friends, his girlfriend, everything.
You should stop. It's pointless now, kid.
Good luck being alone, Trace, because that heart I'm mentioning is falling apart every minute you try to move forward.

Sincerely,

You

[K#%!]

[sweet tooth]

dear me

stop worrying about what ur followers will like. post what you wanna draw. don’t worry about if you get less likes on a drawing where it isn’t a chibi anime furry. have fun!! if you’re so worried about followers than actually having fun, then stop posting your art again like you used to. ur gf will like it enough, that’s all the love you need.

[threezeum]

dear me
you had a panic attack before your rhythm test yesterday. i wish you didn't. it was so embarrassing.
you're lucky the student teacher took pity on you and let you take the test privately at lunch.
but good job on scraping by with a 90% !! better than what i expected lmao
anyway,, you had a fun time yesterday at the movies, right? just remember that things aren't always
as bad as they might seem. it's a bad day, not a bad life, so just breathe. focus on working your butt
off to lose that weight so you can get the dress you want for june!! focus on learning korean and spanish,
and practice piano and music theory!! don't worry about a, just be happy that he and h are
dating and that they're happy, because as h's friend, you owe it to her to be happy for her and a.

-syd

[Camden]

Dear Dad,
Though you weren’t the greatest parent and caused me a great deal of mental health issues, I still love you. I still think about you every waking moment of my life. I hope you’re doing okay. I heard you had cancer. I am so glad you beat it. I want to see you at least one more time and it kills me that the next time I see you may be the time you’re on your death bed. It kills me that your youngest son doesn’t even remember what you look like. You affect me every day and I wish I could just hug you, cry on your shoulder and reminisce about what we’ve been up to these past 4 years. Ever since the last time I saw you I couldn’t wait to see you again. Now 4 years have passed and I’ll admit, I have grown annoyed at you. You never kept your promise to come back. You never even tried to contact me. I know your life is hard but why did you deny when my mom offered to pay for you to come here? It also makes me sad that you didn’t even try to accept the fact that I am not your daughter but your son. I still love you and I hope you still love me.
Love always, your son, Ashton.

[flowingriver]

C-

I’m really sorry i keep getting my phone taken away. It’s really becoming an issue. I’m sorry i always whine about feeling unmotivated when there’s nothing you can do. I’m sorry I unintentionally guilt trip you. I’m sorry i put myself down all the time. I’m sorry i barely eat, i swear I’m not anorexic. I’m sorry my grades are slipping and causing me to not be able to text. I’m sorry i worry you when i don’t respond to texts. I’m sorry that i blame everyone around me for something i did. I’m sorry i snap at you when I’m upset. I’m sorry i get annoyed easily. I’m sorry i never let anything go your way. I’m sorry for everything. Every little mistake. I’m sorry I’m not perfect as you claim i am. I’m sorry I hate myself. I’m sorry i keep getting seeing you taken away, i know how much it upsets you. I feel terrible for treating this way, i know you deserve better. I love you so much, and i hate seeing you upset. No, I’m not breaking up with you, or asking for a break. I just want you to know i love you, and that I’m going to pull my grades up, and i will try to fix everything that i hate about myself.

-L