Write a Letter You Cannot Send

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Dear Dad,
Lets go back. Please. Way back.
You married my mother after destroying her education by having a child, having me, at an age too young for the both of you.
While she was pregnant with me, you hurt her. You hurt me!
Luckily, I was not damaged. I am a bright, and strong young lady.
No thanks to you.
You lived with us for quite some time, but I never saw much of you, you were always working. But hey, when you are in the military, you do have a job to do. When I did see you, it was never for us to have time with each other.
You hit my mom. I watched. I cried. I screamed at you.
It hurt. She was hurt. We were hurt.
What was wrong with us? We did everything you wanted us to do. Why was it never enough?
I remember for a birthday, you came in after the cake was already gone, gave me a stupid little card with a bear, and left. LEFT. No happy birthday to your daughter.
Nothing.
My mother was strong. She was brave enough to leave you. Thank God.
You followed us though. Stalked us down.
Hurt us some more.
Why did you not understand when enough was enough?!
Three years ago. It happened again.
You came over, and we got into an argument like always.
This time. You took it too far.
You grabbed my hair, and punched me.
You busted my head open. Left bruises in my head and face.
I called the cops. Filed a case.
I hope you go to jail.
You've hurt us for too long.
Love, Olivia, the daughter you said you 'disown'.

[Lu Bu]

Dear Atlus,

I really want to know more things about Persona 5. I don't even know what the game is going to be like yet, but I'm really excited because I love the Persona series. I just can't wait.

[m i l k t e e t h]

Dear two girls playing Slender;
Y U FREAK OUT? :U
I told you not to go in the shack,
I told you Slenderman was in the hallways.
I told you there where no pages in there.
Yet you freak out when the screen flickers and Slenderman appears.
I am well aware you can't hear me.
But seriously, Slenderman isn't scary.
He wears a tuxedo.
Dat's one classy man.
Y U RUN AND SCREAM?
I told you to hug him.
But you didn't listen.
And now you're dead.
So ha.

[CaciaCoon!]

To raven:

All i can say is that i really want to strangle you. Yeah, right after my Oma dies you go and rave about religion and about how 'god is going to solve everything.' i asked you why Oma died and you told me she probably committed horrible crimes in her life to deserve her lifetime of sickness.
You know what? All i can say is you can go rot in a hole. i mean it. i can't believe you're in my school this year. i thought when we left glance i'd never see you again, but today there you are, it made me so 3(0#%ing mad.

D:<

[SeddieDeer]

Dear _______
Okay I get it.
I just write the music. Nothing else.
I need to be quiet and let you get my music and trample all over it.
After all, It doesn't matter if you just write the music, it's the star that gets the attention.
I'm perfectly fine being a quiet little doormat. I am...

[indefinite,]

dear jacob,

so here i am. im not skinny like lexi, not cunning like megan. im not beautiful like taylor, not a varsity polo player like fiona and jenna. i dont like football, i hate guys who like to get at it. so sometimes i screw up in polo, havent the skinniest thighs, get a little awkward at times, and have out of date clothes. im not the fastest swimmer, my shots suck unless im in a waist deep pool, and to be honest i prefer listening to talking. i have only a close group of friends and find myself alone in my of my classes. the only time all my friends are together is when im on the pool deck in sixth period with you. im not super fit like emily, dont have scary flexability like eva, and i certainly cant dance like kelsey t. can. but let me tell you what. you dont know the real me. people tell me what a cool, funny girl i am and i dont really see it. i dont see what they see unless im picking at myself bit by bit. i have thighs true, but hey. its a sign i hit puberty. they arent the smallest on the pool deck, nor are they the biggest. i have nice clothes; granted they arent all nice, but i have some. i can be funny at times, but its more of a sarcasm thing rather than real jokes. football confuses me; water polo doesnt. im only on jv, i cant expect to be as good as jenna or fiona. im not the fastest swimmer on the team, and lexi may have a better chance at being set than i will ever have, but hey. at least on not on froshsoft. ive got some good goals to be proud of, none you've seen hut the team knows it; im an even better defender. im awkward, but you have to be a laid back enough person to let me have the foolish side of me come out. so i hate talking? whats the big problem? you understand more in life if you listen more and besides, others have better things to say than i do. my closest group of friends are the wierdos, the ones i hang out at lunch with. the ones with acne problems, the one who's emo, the three asians, the kids who cant stop eating, and the ones you wonder how all that makeup ever landed them with a boyfriend. but my friends on the pool deck, the jv water polo girls, are worth the wait when the day is over and its last period. emily is really fit, skinny, and pretty. im trying. i run every night around my block, work to quicken my time on sprints, and i get coments daily that i look nice. they could be bluffing, who knows, but i believe them. after all they come from girls prettier than me, it must mean something. eva has flexibility, is pretty too. i dont know why more guys havent fallen for her. shes pretty, but theres always going to be someone better looking than you. kelsey can dance and its funny as h*ll, and i cant. i'd like to learn but i cant seem to get the hip swaying part ever right. i cant sing either, but most people cant. i like humming better anyways.

my point is, i look at you from across the pool deck and see that simple, gleaming face. your cute; every girl on the pool deck gawks over you. you have no reason to fawn over me, and im not trying to make you. its just nice to have a reason to talk myself up.

sincerely, me.

[undertaker.]

Dear Light Yagami,

I love you more than anything. Misa best move out of the way because you're completely mine. You should've seen my face when I heard the last line of "Death Note Relight- Vision of A God". I started grinning and laughing uncontrollably. You're perfect.

Love,
Me

[Higewr]

Dear ______ & _______.
You've hurt me over my 14 years of life.
Always judging, making me the one you don't care about.
I'm the one child who supports herself.
The one who eats the same things most of the time because she can't cook.
The most you, _______, do is sit on the couch and boss us around.
And as soon as you hear something you don't like, you get in my face.
You threaten me.
I've just stopped caring nowadays.
And you, ______, yell at me constantly.
You critic me until I'm in tears.
You don't seem to like me.
Because I prefer to be alone.
I prefer to be on the internet.
I prefer to keep quiet and observe.
I don't understand what I've done wrong.
I'm the only quiet kid out of the 5.
And you want to break that out of me?
Can't I just be your daughter in peace?
Why won't you accept me?
Unfortunatley, in less than 4 years, I'll be gone.
I don't care where I go, I'm gone.
You won't have to deal with me.

[m i l k t e e t h]

Dear Light Yagami,

I love you more than anything. Misa best move out of the way because you're completely mine. You should've seen my face when I heard the last line of "Death Note Relight- Vision of A God". I started grinning and laughing uncontrollably. You're perfect.

Love,
Me

Dear Undertaker,
YOU. ARE. GOD.
You can have Raito, and I'll keep Reiji Namikawa. Deal?
Together, we shall kidnap, them, and make them marry us.
>:3

Sincerely,
HAY I JUST MET, AND THIS CRAYZAY, BUT HELP ME KIDNAP FANDOMS, MAYBE?

[i made a new account]

Dear self,
You write in this colour now. K?

Dear...certain Dominic girls,
Why, have you ever realised how terribly evil you are sometimes?
I'll never forget how you ruined my life, or how you changed me forever.

Dear self,
Nope. You write in this colour now.

Dear ______,
Please, tell me. What have I done? Why are you so suddenly cold?
I wish I could tell you.

Dear ______,
I'm sorry for everything. I'm sorry life is a piece of crap sometimes.

But you should realise there is a sometimes there.

This is to all those who rant about how life sucks, as well.
Look up at the sky...we so rarely look up at the sky.
We sort our days into good weather, bad weather.
We let it define our day...but there is no good weather, or bad weather.
There is just our weather, right now.

Right now, up in the sky we so rarely look up at and marvel at its beauty, there is unique weather that will never...never appear for you again.

Today is the one day you are given...it is your first and last day, your day.
Get up. Look at the sky, look at all the colours we are so graciously given.