Write a Letter You Cannot Send

[Idiocy]

Dear Icky,
It's been a year, and I really miss you. I feel so bad. I don't know if you ran away, or if you died. I prefer to think you found another family, one that will take good care of you and love you as much as I did. When I went to my Grandmas, I really thought we were only going to be gone for a night. But it snowed. We couldn't drive over the mountain, there was to much snow. It was really weird, six inches in November. I thought you'd be alright, you were a tough cat. But it was cold outside, so cold. I felt so bad. All I wanted to do was come home, to see you, make sure you were okay. You had food, I knew that, but it was still cold. You were an outdoor cat, and I felt like you'd be able to make it. I really thought you would. I still felt bad, but I was hoping. When we got home, though, you were gone. We looked for you for weeks, for so long. You weren't in any animal shelters. I cried, I didn't tell anyone I cried, but I did. You were such a good cat. I loved you so much. I still hope you ran away, there wasn't any snow here when I was gone. Just at my Grandmas. I hope that you went to the neighbors, that's what happened to one of our other cats a couple years ago. We still get to see her sometimes. If I see you, though, I'll want you back. But then I think, do I even deserve you? It's my fault you're gone, and the neighbors will be better for you. I still miss you, though. I can't even bare to think you died, I just can't.
Love,
Me
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Dear Friends,
You always complain that you never see me, since I go to alternative school now. Why don't you ever call me, then? Invite me places. You think I like sitting at home all day? Or that I don't like to do things too? No. I hate my house, I hate this town. You know that. I've said I hate this town so many times. So, why, why don't you ever call me? Or even IM me or something? I'm online all the time. Why don't you put effort into this friendship? Only two of you ever talk to me anymore, and I'm grateful for that. I love you both, you're my best friends. Everybody else, though, I don't even know if we're friends anymore. You never talk to me. Ever. If you do, it's only for a brief second. Am I annoying or something? Has my personality changed? Because I don't think it has. I'm still the same person as before. But, you know, I'll just wait. If you really miss me, or like me, you'll do something about it.
Sincerely,
Me

[Shoobeth Thy Wolfeth]

Dear _______,
Please get on.
I must RP with you, NOW. :(
Love,
Ritty.

[FLiGHT]

Dear _____,

I don’t even really know what my feelings are for you yet, and you’re obviously over me. Part of me wishes that I had never said that we were just friends, because every word was a lie, and inside I wanted, and still want to be so much more than friends. Another part of me is happy that you have someone else, because then I’ll stop thinking up situations in which “us” would be possible. I know that it was always meant to be you and me, not “us”. It’s so confusing because you make me so happy, but here I am thinking of you and feeling sad, among a million different other emotions. I think what I liked about you and still like about you is that you make me feel unlike anyone else has made me feel before. You treated me like I was something more than average; special, even. It was overwhelming when I saw your name light up on my phone, because thousands of different feelings would rush over me at once. It’s interesting how you could make me feel so much, when you’re so far away. I still miss you, but in a way I’ve come to miss you less because I have accepted that you cannot be here, and I cannot be there. I don’t think you know how many times I’ve imagined what it’d be like to meet you, and hug you, and have confirmation that you’re real and not a figment of my imagination. It just really hurts that you lead me on like that and told me that I was the only one for you, and called me beautiful, and all the things you said that you didn’t really mean, and I know that you really didn’t mean them, but I still let myself give you the benefit of the doubt. I just wish that it wasn’t all a joke to you, and that you wanted me as much as I wanted you. I thought you were different, but that little voice inside of me warned me you weren’t. I didn’t listen. I always have and still do stare at your name on my contacts, and fight the urge to text you. I’ve tried so many times not to talk to you, but it always ends up as me being the first to text you, in hopes that next time you’d be the first to text me. You’ve crossed my mind every single day for quite a few months now, and I still can’t get you out of my head. You may have liked me first, but I was the one that ended up liking you more, and ended up hurting more in the end. If it had been able to work out, I would’ve waited for you. I can dare say that I haven’t missed many people like I’ve missed you, and I haven’t even met you in person. Things would be so much easier now if I hadn’t ever met you the way I did; but easy is boring, and nothing ever comes easy if it’s worth your while. I’ve wasted so many combined hours thinking about you, and have had many sleepless nights because of you. I think we were both just two lonely people who wanted to end our loneliness, and recognized the loneliness in each other. I hate how society makes liking someone sound so good when it really sucks really, really bad. I just wish I could be good enough for you, or something that you would want. Is it the fact that I can’t have you that makes me want you so bad? I mean, humans have a natural tendency to crave things they can’t have, and you’re everything I could want, except you’re not here. Truth is though, the distance NEVER mattered to me, and I was just trying to give myself reasons to keep myself from liking you. I couldn’t even tell you aloud how much I liked you, and now it’s too late because I never told you and now you found someone prettier and more athletic who lives where you are. I just wanted to say all the things I never had the courage to say, and even though it’s too late and you’re not going to see this ever, it provides some sort of closure, and it counts for something, right? You’re anything but perfect, but you’re as close to my idea of perfect as anyone could be, and I wish I could have told you how I felt. Even though you’re not mine, and I’m not yours, you still have made everything so much better and I can’t thank you enough for being there for me.

Love, that chick.

P.S. I miss you quite terribly.

[lonely lover]

Dear _________,

Yeah, I know you guys hate him. But please, just try to tone it down a bit. Have you constantly been called names? Do you know what it would feel like if everyone was always hating on you? I think you don't know. So please, stop. Use the golden rule, like they taught you in pre-school. Just be nice for once during lunch. Just once.

From, your protective friend who is in full-on puppy love mode <3

[Rorschach]

Dear H.

Hi.
I almost wish you were reading this.
I know that you're gone now, and I'll never see you again, and that I should just kinda forget about you at this point. I'm not going to. I'm wondering why.
Would it really have been so hard to say hello? To wave? To turn those gorgeous blue eyes in my direction and smile? You knew I loved you dearly, but you ignored it. You drove me insane, H. Sometimes you still do, in the memories I held on to.
I know this was a long time ago, H. I guess sometimes I just wonder why.

From that shy girl you ignored for those long two years,
E

[cats.]

Dear Boy I'd like to slap,

Thank you for calling me an old lady with dentures in Lifeskills. That really hurt, because I have crowns on my teeth thanks to a small disorder, I suppose. But on the bright side, it made my crush stick up for me and call you a saddo. And it made my friend's crush cross his eyes and stick out his tongue. That made her laugh, and she's been having a hard time recently, like me. But, we both think you went a little far by that and I don't mind things like "idiot" and "numpty", but old lady is where I draw the line.

Annoyedly, fed up girl in English and Lifeskills.

[chewnicorn]

Dear ____,
I'm not sure what to write
Because something has been bugging me
But...
I don't know what it is...
So I figured by writing it all out
I would feel better (:
And I wish all those annoying people
Would just....
Disappear...
And so would my troubles
And hopefully they would be gone
Forever
Good riddance, I say
And that is all I have to say....
For now....

-Rocky158

Dear _____,
Someone brought this up. Yes I do know how it feels. I just can't admit it. Its hard to remember when I was laughed at or punched in the face repeatedly by my own fist...But I know its mean, but I-I....I don't know. I am going to stop that. Stop laughing at jokes I don't think are funny. I will try. No one is perfect. So why should we swell up your flaws? To make ours disappear? To make us feel better? I think thats what I do and thats going to be my new....month's resolution for every single day of my life. As I said before...I'll try.
-Rocky158

[Guest]

dear_____
I love you...but you dont love me why.
love
your lover

[Shoobeth Thy Wolfeth]

Dear Leukemia(The Cancer),
I absolutly hate you.
LOOK AT WHAT YOU'VE DONE.
You're ruining my happiness, now go away.
No Love,
Ritty.

[Jessica :3]

Dear "friend",
You are the worst friend ever!
But for some reason I keep forgiving you...
You know I like him....why do you try to make me jealous!?
You always go and hug him and talk to him in front of me and you know I'm head over heels in love with him.
Whenever we hang out you leave me all by myself in the middle of town and blame your parents.
I'm sick of you...
But I'm not mean and I don't know what else to do
From,
Jessica :3