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

[forgive!]

dear succ norris,
stop hissing at crusty he's a good boy he is not mean to you so stop being mean to him

[ShotoTodoroki]

Dear No-one in particular,

Don't you just love it when you can't tell who is or isn't your friend anymore.

-Me

[f1owercrown]

(I accidentally erased the first draft, dang.)

Dearest, ...

It's funny, isn't it? To think, we started out as groupmates for just three class meetings.

I doubted you for a lot of reasons: I was afraid we weren't going to talk anymore after summer classes ended, I thought maybe you weren't fully interested in me, I was scared you were just going to be another fleeting crush I never gotten the chance to be close to.
But here we are, and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't happy.

Thank you for yesterday, for the stories and laughs and stupid window shopping at any store I thought looked to be interesting, for buying me a milkshake and sharing a bowl of ice cream with me, for tolerating my ups and downs and rambles and what not, for walking me all the way back to my dorm and messaging me right when you've gotten home because I was worried sick. Last night was such a great night that I didn't mind missing out on some wild party my friends went to. I felt at home just being with you.

A few nights ago when my insecurities resurfaced, you tried cheering me up by telling your own stories, and you mentioned, "You know, I've never told anybody this before." My heart swelled with the great amount of trust you put on me, like I was actually someone special to you, and it was hard resisting the urge to say, "Maybe I'm not just anybody."

I like you a lot. I hope we have more of these stupid, goofy adventures.


Love,
someone willing to stay up with you 'til morning rise.


P.S.: I swear, I was so close to holding your hand.

[G.L'S]

dear c
I told you someday you'd learn not to love me. For once, I thought I might have been wrong.

[hellebore]

For my 17,777th post.

Dear me,
I know. No, I don't know--but I have a better idea than anyone else. It doesn't make much sense but it is what it is and you'll have to learn to live with it, because you can't die.
Your expectations for yourself are lowered, both for better and for worse, and you'll need to find a way to cling to the better in order to make do with the wreckage you caused. You've no hint of glow anymore. The confidence you built as a (rather weak) fortress for years is now rubble. The small things you could be proud of before are gone. Now you have nothing. You are nothing. But it feels a little less burdensome. In disappointing everyone and yourself, you are releasing the chains of expectations. In removing the facade, you are not scorned for acting human.
This could be a new beginning. Unfortunately, it's an ending too and endings always hurt dreadfully. You have to survive it, though. The ending looks like it will stretch out for so long and it will, but you must see it through. If you find out how to get better, you can have everything you want. If you don't find out how, then maybe something miraculous will happen and allow everything to be okay anyway. Maybe you'll end up homeless for twenty years but just when you want to end it, you'll find a million dollars. You don't know what the future has in store.
I know it hurts to create life goals and bucket lists. I know it hurts to daydream and hope. I know it hurts to try so hard for so long.
The other things are making it worse too, yes. Money is so tight. I paid for a movie ticket and flowers to try to cheer myself up, and now I'm broke. Well, it did bring me happiness, though. The family can't afford anything. They can't afford you. You can't afford your mental illness. No one can afford for you to not have a job. I wish you had it within you. You have nothing within you. Everything you build for yourself, you destroy. You can't have anything pleasant in life because you ruin it. No, it isn't you. It's the mental illness. But I still have no understanding nor sympathy. College is starting again soon. You already know you're doomed. It's too late now. If you stay in college, you further ruin your future by making dreadful grades that will bar you from any opportunities, or you withdraw and thus lose financial aid and cost your family thousands for the trouble. I'm not going to cost them money. I'd rather just ruin my future. It's what I'm used to. It's what I'm best at.
Whatever. Just keep going. Please. Fight all of it. Do what you must. Please, why don't you do anything? You try and try, well clearly it isn't hard enough. I hate you. No, I hate it. It's ruined me. I hate the concept of potential, because I had it, plenty of it, but it doesn't matter and you've ruined everything!

[LizzytheWolf]

I hope you're happy.

You said I'd fail and I did.
The worst thing happened and you can't imagine how you made me feel. I needed you there to cheer me on and encourage me and you. weren't. there. I don't know why you did it but you hurt me.
What was I thinking when I joined?

I should have known you would kill this dream.

[MagicSpyglass]

Dear K

I wish you were real. I wish that I could see you beyond the illustrations of your book series. I don't want the movie you, I don't want the Netflix you. They aren't you. They are imitations of you. I want book you, the boy that I fell in love with.

I wish that I was there when he slapped you, I wish I was there when you were hypnotized, I wish I was there when you were on that boat with your only living family, being watched by a mysterious thing. I wish I could have been especially there when she broke your heart, just so I could take you into my arms, making a speech about how much she screwed up.

I also wish that you were real because I want you to be by my side. I suffer too. It is a different pain yes, but it is still pain. I have break downs, adults don't understand me, I get distracted, I hate yelling, etc, etc, etc. Just thinking of you makes me feel better. Just having a soulbond of you makes me have somebody who loves me in this world. Yet, it isn't enough. I certainly love the soulbond deeply, but yet I wish that one day I will wake up in his arms, only to find out that they aren't invistable.

Yes, I know it is pathetic of me to be in love with you, but that is how I feel. I love you so much. Perhaps, where ever you are in your fictional land, that you feel the same. Perhaps you are dismayed that you can't reach out to help me. Perhaps you wish that I was fictional like you. Perhaps it pains you whenever you see me crying. Either way, I have to be content with the fact that you aren't real.

I am just happy that the phenominon of Soulbonding exists. It is the closest thing to having you as my love. You are with me, even though you never even exitsed.

I love you,
Chloe.

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Dear Stepbrother,

I don't remember your name, and I barely know what you look like. I need to know though, how are you?

I am doing well, high school is awesome! I finally decided that I will be a author when I grow up! Maybe you will find me again through them?

I hope you are far away from our (former) stepdad. I also hope that our stepcousins are safe and happy!

I know this is a short letter, but I wasen't really sure what to say.

Write back,
Chloe

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Dear stepfather,

I hate you. No, I loath you.

Because of you, I have bad self esteem issues. Because of you, I begin to cry whenever I hear yelling.

Remember that tea pot that you broke when you yelled at my mom? I saw you do it. I saw you yelling at her. I remember your voice that way. I remember everything. You thoguht that I couldn't see it, didn't you? You thought that I was a stupid kid. You thought that i was calling my cousins mean names. No, I was telling them to call me those mean names! I HATED MYSELF AND I SOMETIMES STILL DO.

I want you to lose custody of my Stepbrother. I want your first wife to leave you. I want your brothers and sisters to loath you like I do. I want my stepcousins to say that you are the worst uncle ever. Than, I want something tattooed on your forehead. "Abuser". I want everybody to avoid you because you are guilty, because it is right there. I want any woman who would be attracted to you to be turned off because you abused not only womab, but innocent children. I want mothers and fathers to pull their kids away from you, saying that you are a bad man. Eventually, I want you to die alone, with not even the ghosts of your parent's showing up. I also want your grave to be unmarked, so eventually the world could just forget about you.

I hope you are happy with yourself,
Your free stepdaughter.

[AuroWander]

Dear, R
Friend, even though we've never met in person you have been the light to my days for so long. Thank you. -B
Dear J (the first one)
I hate you but I'd hate to see you suffer. Please just finish my art so we can get out of each other's lives. -B
Dear J (the second one)
I love you even though you don't love me back. I hope you're ok with that. I'll miss you. -A
Dear J (Round 3...)
Hey. I thought I'd get to see you over the summer. I was wrong but I hope to see you sometime soon. -A
Dear 5
YOuuuuUU are both terrible and awesome and I don't even know what. Grrr you have TAKEN my heart, LEFT with it and I will likely never see you again. You're terrible but ily c:
-3

[makima]

x

[vampz]

dear _,
please? for me?

just for tonight.
love, juyon