Write a Letter You Cannot Send

[Moon's Blood]

To the person who is, sadly, my mom,

Sometimes I wounder if you remember what its like to be a teenager. H**l, you can't even remember what you did ten minutes ago. You say I shouldn't complain, well your one to talk. Your the one who is always, 'I hate washing dishes. I hate doing the laundry. I hate your complaining.' Yeah. I'm the one complaining, right now I am complain. I don't deny that. When you were yelling at me for no freaking reason, I wasn't.
I really p**ses me off, and it take a lot to get me mad or anything. So good for you. Only thing is when I get angry, you don't wan't to be around me. I burn things. I brake things. I graffiti on things. I'm not myself, or rather I'm not the person you think I am. In reality I'm a destuctive person. I like watching things burn, I like smashing things. I can severely hurt people, not that I want to, it just happens.
Its not really that, thats just what you were doing a few seconds ago, its that you are a control freak who doesn't trust me enough to walk around the freaking neighborhood. I mean really, I didn't know that I couldn't have a mind of my own. I'm nearly a black belt in a few different martail arts, I'm not a little kid, and frankly most of the people I have ever talked to said that they are afraid of me because of how I dress. I don't think any one is going to try and 'steal me', as you say.
Just leave me alone!
I need my own space. I think its funny when you wonder why I do so many things. Why I'm involved in so many different activites outside of school. Well, its because I hate being at the house. And no I won't say at home, because home is somewhere you like being. I don't like being her so it is just my house, not my home.

Your daughter, who just wasn't to be left alone.

Aaron

[PokeRowan]

Dear Luke,

Basically, you're my best mate, and I wouldn't mind dating you. I mean, I love being your best mate, but I'm pretty sure that would still stay the same if we went out. There'd just be more hugs.
It's just, I'm too scared to ask, because my sort of friend, who is completely pyscho, almost-kinda stalked you for months. And it was creepy. And she's nice enough, but I wouldn't want to be her crush. Brrr.
Anyway, you're awesome, and I appreciate you being around. And I really like you. (You're supermegafoxyawesomehot.)

Love Rowan :3 x

[Transmute]

Dear F,
Your my best friend, at least for the moment. We hang out a lot, we play truth or dare, etc. I hate it when you lie to me though, and when you're talking to you other friends, even just for a second, you act all snobby to me. Just stop.

~Your Friend

[videlicet]

Dear Ms. T,

You. Gah. You make me angry. Frustrated, aggravated. Why can't you understand[/]?! Sure, you're my teacher. And my whole life, I've been taught that teachers should be shown respect. But, truthfully, I can't dredge up a smidgeon of that for you. Because, with all honesty, I don't think you deserve my respect. You have been with us for three months. Three months, and I can confidentally say you have taught me [i]nothing. Nothing of any value of all. You prattle on all day about things I already understand, while I finish my work under the desk. You catch me, and yell at me. You obviously don't understand that you aren't challenging me enough. Heck -you aren't challenging me at all. I learn at a different pace than most of my classmates -though I know a few are in the same predicament as I. You're making us waste our time showing our work, when we are perfectly capable of doing it in our heads. You make us waste our time drawing diagrams, to 'help us visualize', when really, we don't need to.
You've made me lose my desire to learn. When I come into your class, get a glazed, far-away look in my eyes, and I slump on my desk. Your class is the equivent of naptime for me.
You spend half your time screeching at us to be quiet. Y'know, I'd have thought that, by now, you'd hav realized that [ishouting doesn't work.[/i] No. You know what keeps us quiet? Motivation, engagement, and a teacher that merits respect.
And another thing that irks me is the fact that you are freaking unfair. We did a test the day I got my oh-so-enjoyable concussion. My head pounded the whole way through, I felt nauseous, but I didn't say anything in case you'd overreact. I guess this is partiall my fault. I should've told you earlier, but I didn't, and you overreacted anyways. It was only a minor concussion!
And then I get the wors mark in my life on the test. 68% And, when I ask for a re-test, because I was obviously indisposed that day, you say, 'Nope, too bad.' I don't mean to sound egocentric, or concieted, or anything, but this mark will mar my report card. I got a freaking 100% in algebra, with my old math teacher. I understood everything about this unit -h*ll, it was one of the easiest units there is. I am, frankly, pissed. So, so mad.
Please, please, just try and understand. Please.
Your indignant student, Viszla7

Dear ______,

I'm mad at you. And at myself. Okay, it is all my fault, but why do you have to be so...? Perfect. At everything. Athletically, academically, socially... I know of only one thing you can't do, and that is a somersault. I know I've admired you for a loong time(who hasn't), but I don't know when those feelings turned into something more. Yeah, that's right.
I'm totally freaking head-over-heels for you, and have been for more than a year. I hate it, so, so, so much. I just want to enjoy my life. I want to be your friend. But, thing is, after I finally admitted my feelings to myself, our frienship has been steadily crumbling. It's so awkward to be around you, and I hate it. I hate the way I stutter when we speak, when I get all uptight and self-conscious when you stand next to me. I know it hurts you, I can see it in your eyes. I know you've noticed I treat you differently than my other friends. But,there is no way in h*ll I'll ever tell you how I feel.
I don't want to ruin your life. I know you'd hate me after.... And I don't blame you. I hate myself. We're too alike. No one would accept it if you... well... returned my feelings. Especially not your family. You've told me what they think about people like me, and I would never want to estrange you from your family.
Anyways, I know you'd never return the feelings. At least, that's what I tell myself, because if I ever let myself see a little hope, however faint, I know I wouldn't be able to keep quiet.
Not a soul knows, not even my own family. And I intend to keep it that way.
I'm just going to keep my mouth shut, and hope this freaking infatuation passes. I mean, why you?
-Angry, confused, and utterly love-struck.

Oh gosh, it feels so good to let it all out.

[moonie,]

Dear story,
Stop making me make Crimson look like a psychopathic prat by making her slit open somebodys body with a shard of glass and tear out the insides. It's strange to re-read and the blood makes me feel sick. Why are you so fun to write?
Cheers,
Ashee

Dear Crimson,
Stop being such a fantastic psychopath to write about. Your not MEANT to like sucking the blood from somebody's vein's, thats just plain creepy-ass.
Thanks >.>,
The writer.

Dear Kuri,
Stop Crimson. Do something you useless rabbit D:<
No thanks,
Ashee.

[zadok.]

Dear Mr. Pretentious,
Stop pretending you know everything. You quote Socrates saying that a true wise man knows he knows nothing. Well, you flaunt your so-called "intelligence" to the world as if you're Einstein-incarnate. Start following your own advice and realize your opinions are NOT FACTS. That's why they're called "opinions." Get over yourself, -.-

[Dᴇᴀʀ Iɴsᴀɴɪᴛʏ]

Dear family,
I'm sorry for being a punk.
But i'm not gonna change for you, so deal with the bad mouth daughter.
i know i'm not perfe3ct, but i'm perfect for being that way.
i could care less if you ground me or not, i don't do anything any way.
just leave me alone and stop telling me about how bad i am.
get over it and live with it.

~the PO'd daughter who wants you to hush.

[Hound 2]

Dear Extremely Annoying Girls of My Grade:
Not to be offending or anything, I know the lot of you are mostly rather nice people..But, please, mind my rather sensitive ears. -Taps headphones- No obnoxious laughter or screaming please, sometimes I wish school was just one huge library. You can talk about crazy things, but control yourselves. Thanks, would mean a lot if you considered this..
-That Girl Who Sits Alone with A Pessimistic Face.

[Transmute]

Dear A,
Seriously, I ask you how much to charge for coloring this reference sheet I made, and you tell me, ONE 2011/2010 UNCOMMON? Dude, last time I asked for advice on pricing, it was like half a year ago, and I sucked pretty bad, and someone else told me to charge one 2011/2010 uncommon. And I've definitely improved since then. In fact, I've improved a TON. And you tell me the same exact price... I see people with line-arts just as good as mine charging 2010 rares. You've now crushed my spirit to complete this reference sheet, re-line it, and shade it. I just might not.

PS - To those who read the above, the line-art's sketch is located here. I'm actually going to start lining it in a moment, so if you wanna watch, the link to my ls is in my siggy. :}

[Hound 2]

I know this is a petty argument I'll look down on later, but...I can't stop myself. I am annoyed.So read if you really want to..If you can.

Dear Sis-
Why couldn't you just get out of the chair? You weren't even using the computer..But you still refused to anyway. Don't act childish, as I should not freak out over this. But you've aggravated me, and now you're gonna use my rage against me? Don't be like that, don't be dumb. Stop yelling at me, and stop acting like a now-it-all I shouldn't let you get the bet of me, but you've pushed the limit, went too far. I don't get how I forgive you every time, but this is enough. You've acted childish, and I find disdain in that, and rudeness. You closed the door on me, no, SHUT it.
Just stop it right now. Take these words to heart.
I've asked you once, but I won't ask you anymore. Even if I forget about what I've said, I don't want you to forget.

-Your annoyed sister.