Write a Letter You Cannot Send

[stirrupirons]

Dear C-Man,
Every single day, you're all I think about. It's been two months of emotional despair and torture inside of my head. Without you here, everything feels foreign and terrible. I can't look outside because you need to be there, in your pasture, your beautiful head hanging over the white fence. I need to ride you bareback through the pasture, out the gate, and around the part of the side yard you love so much after the grass is fresh cut and you need to be so happy because fresh grass is the best. We need to canter through the trails and you need to get sassy with me when you get lazy like old times. I need to play around with you on your hay bale and get hay in my hair and shirt and shoes and everywhere and then braid your mane and feed you your sweet feed. I miss you so much. My heart will never be healed by losing you. I'm supposed to be over this by now. Two and a half months is plenty of time; everyone else is over you, my mom is looking for a pasture pet to replace you, but I can't let you go. You were my C-man, my C-meister, my buddy, my best friend, my everything. You were 12. It wasn't your time, you were young and strong and healthy and fit and such a wonderful horse. You weren't supposed to die, I'm not supposed to feel like this all the time and burst into tears when I see a horse, this is supposed to be our 5th summer filled with sweet feed and grass and hay and trail rides and braiding and your sunbleached coat and maple leaves and everything that is good in the world. I shouldn't be alone, depressed, miserable like this, and you shouldn't be in the ground. You shouldn't be dead. This should be a nightmare, which it's felt like since my dad told me you didn't make it through the night after the accident. I should be awake and you should be alive. This isn't fair. I love you so much, Ceasar, and I will never, ever forget you or how you've made me so, so happy since I was an 11 year old girl who fell in love with the beautiful black quarter horse gelding the moment she saw him and the moment she rode him for the first time and the moment he was brought home and the moment she fell off him for the first time (but got back up, of course). It shouldn't be like this.

[kavv]

Dear everyone whom I believe this concerns ;

Stop.
Just.
Stop.
I am at my wits end - and to be honest this concerns me ; why am I so frustrated? Its not my buisness - with all those girls out there (to be clear I am female as well) who claim things such as " Oh so many girls are like 'oohh fashion! Oohh makeup! Oohh the color pink!' But I'm so cool because I like sports and don't care about that stuff. I like video games. I'm a tomboy. I'm so cool and unique."
Stop it! Your just... irritating. Stop ragging on us girls who are proud of our feminism! If you care THAT much on how tomboy you are and how girly we are go get a freaking gender transfer! Stop ragging on us! Because I like fashion and looking my best does NOT mean I'm not completely able to pack a punch. Ir throw a football. Or run a mile. Or hit a homerun.
I'm feminine and I'm proud. And I'm not taking any more disrespect just because you cant handle it

Sorry about losing my cool. It really concerns me why I'm frustrated so much xD. But anyways...

- Female

[St✰r Angel]

Dear.. well you know who you are ^.^,
Every day I spend with you is one of the best in my life! I know you know how thankful I am to have you but I just wish I could say it again and again and again until its the only thing you can hear <33 I love you so much and I don't know what I'd do without you. So... I guess I'm just saying thanks thanks for being mine.

Love, your gf <3

[tawnypelt3]

Dear self,
Please get to work. I know you're hungry, but hovering around waiting for your food to cook isn't going to make it cook faster. "Water won't boil if you're watching it" or something like that. Please do one of those things you've been meaning to do, like make another stamp or continue working on your story or even go paint another layer on the wall in your bedroom. Quit being lazy. c:

Love and hugs,
Me

[xPuRfectDiSastRx]

(before i start, i just let you know its to a guy in my life...my ex boyfriend)
Dear_____,
I really hope you're reading this, because it means a lot to me. I will try to make this note short so i waste none of your time.
The day you broke up with me, you told me we could be good friends. But it feels like you're pushing me away. I don't want that, I want to be friends. I don't care that you broke up with me. I admit, it hurt, but I am over it. Please, what is the harm in being friends? I miss you, and I don't want to be enimies.
love, ____________.

[rin27844]

Dear_________,
I really like you but I like some one else too, I really don't know who to choose because I have my home town friend, school friend, and you that lives far away. I want to like you but how can we like each other when you are in another state? I really want to meet my fantacy love some day but I really want to see you as well. I don't want my heart to be ripped to shreds again. How can I handle even talking to you without thinking that this might go the wrong way.

[Umbrellas]

K,

I don't understand. Why are you ignoring me?
I've been looking for you for a year and a half, and you completely blow me off when I finally found you.
I was so happy I almost cried. Because we were so close.
I'm just really confused.

Your once online best friend,

Queen

[sweet tea]

dear self,

why are you so hard on yourself? i mean, your motto is "perfect or give up" or something... i know you a perfectionist, but, you know, you'll never get to perfect. you're trying to draw an oekaki and you can't get the eyes right, so what? doesn't mean that you have go trash it! you just threw away four hours... and that four hours was trying to get the eyes right. please.

-your concerned self

[Grengirl]

Dear person who was watching out thier window,

When it s super hot and somone is visibly ill like I was,
It's not just rude to point and laugh.
If I had passed out next would you have still been laughing?
Would you have left me there on the side of the road?
I was showing symptoms of heat stroke..
Thats serious not funny!
Did you realy think I was drunk at noon on a Wensday?
Bah!

[Umbrellas]

dear internet,
I just wish I could have online friends like I used to.
I feel really alone.
I used to be liked, but now I have no one to talk to.
The internet used to save me, but it doesn't anymore.
I don't know what to do.
tq