Write a Letter You Cannot Send

[Seven silverheart]

Jerk,
BY GETTING UP LATE I DIDNT RUINE UR WHOLE FLIPPING DAY. SHUT UP

:O if you mean me i dont blame you... I didnt say that in the message did i ?

Dude, not every thing I pots on this website is about u

sorry, you know i feel like everythings my fault XP just... im sorry...

[FezzesAreCool]

Dear____,
Stop trying to change who I am.
I am me.
Unique.
So stop it.
Love, me.

Dear Writer's Block,

[gogurt]

Dear Bully,
I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.

I don't like using the word 'hate' but it is how I feel. For all of my grades in elementary you bullied me. Every day. Every week. And sometimes what felt like every second. Rarely it was anything physical, but it was always emotionally. You and your everyone else in my grade would call me stupid and ugly. All I had was one single friend. And the other 29 either ignored me or bullied me because of you.

I don't know why you hated me so much to do that. I never did anything bad to you and in pre-k, kindergarten, first, and second we were even friends. But then in third grade you started everything. I saw you one day walking around. And you saw me and recognized me. I walked up to you then, ready to call you every bad thing I learned. Ready to let you pay for everything. For ruining one of my favorite shirts by forcing me down and drawing all over it with makeup that still never washed out. When you clawed me once when I told you stop hurting someone younger than us. When you pushed me off the tree and I sprained my ankle. And how a countless amount of times you made me cry. And some nights I'd cry myself to sleep because of what you said; what you did.

Right at that moment I realized what you really were. Nothing. You wanted to feel good by bullying someone and making yourself bigger. And feeling power. Well are you happy now? I have nightmares about being bullied. I cry in my bathroom sometimes so hard I shake when I try to speak. Now it's hard for me to make friends because I'm afraid they'd hurt me. My only friends talk about their perfect childhood memories but all I see is a place with no happiness. A lot of people talk about elementary school in a happy light tone; but all I can think about is being taunted every second. Being bullied into silence.

So when I saw you this is what I said, and you probably remember it: "Your not even worth my time." And I walked off. But before I left I could see your mix of emotions and finally anger. I didn't care though and I walked back over to my friends. I hope you know that just because your pretty and popular; it doesn't make you a good person or a good friend.

[q u i t]

Dear you,

You know I love you. My friends tell you everyday! I get so upset when they do, but I just think
you have to know sometime in order for us to even go out first. When I first saw you, I thought
you were beautiful. You smiled at me and I blushed back. Thats the way things worked, right?
I thought so, at least. We would barley talk but We already had a connection. All the girls
liked you, and I was so upset that you would choose one of them over me because well, they
were all pretty, nice, gorgeous, and I was just me.

Then one day, we talked. We talked to eachother for a short time, but your voice made me smile.
You told a funny joke, and I laughed. I guess I tried to hard, and you stopped talking to me. I was
devistated. But a few days later, you talked to me again! We debated over the iPhone 5. Even if
we were fighting, it still made me smile. After that, you just became rude. I asked if you wrote
a love letter to my friend, and you told me to shut up. I felt like curling in a ball and crying.

I guess you became really comfortable, because you told people to throw things at me, and you
threw them at me yourself. It wasnt that much, just small pebbles, but it hurt real bad on the
inside. I had pebbles in my shoes, pants, shirt, hair, anywhere you say, about 5 pebbles were
there. I was so sad, I didn't know what to say. Wheres that handsome, sweet, caring boy I saw
at first, huh? Where did he go? Somewhere far off maybe. . . and he may not come back.

And yesterday, you finally pulled the trigger. You told one of my friends everyone hated him, and
I told you 'thats not nice', and you decided to pull the same thing on me. 'Everyone hates you', you
told me.'Well everyone hates you', I fought back. And you walked away without saying a word
as if it hurt you more that it hurt me. It felt a bit good, and I wonder what you'll come back and tell
me today.

Love,
d r e a m.

[isthisoptional]

Dear My Over Dramatic Romeo,

It was the beginning of the school year and we had just become friends. I was the new girl in school, lost and confused, and you were the all knowing senior that had been there forever. I could feel myself falling in love with you and I knew I would never be good enough. I would never have a chance with you. You already had a girlfriend and had been with her for two and a half years. We became closer and closer and every evening, as I sat with you on the bus, you would call her and you guys would argue back and forth. Then it happened. You called me late one night sobbing about how you and your girlfriend had broken up, that she had gone too far this time and had been cheating on you with multiple guys throughout the entire relationship. You were heart broken and I was the only one you had that could comfort you. You admitted to liking me that night, but I blamed it upon the sadness of losing someone you had spent two and a half years loving. The next morning you asked me out and I was speachless. I accepted and our relationship was amazing. We were truely each other's perfect matches. I had never fallen in love before but I had been with plenty of boys as their 'fall back girlfriend'. So, when you showed compassion toward me I wasn't sure how to react. Our relationship was amazing... and then we started overthinking it... and it fell apart. I was devastaed when I learned that you had gotten a new girlfriend and now I watch you with her everyday. I always told you "As long as you're happy... I'm happy," and even now that is true. Even though it rips my heart in two everytime I see you two together I still manage to put a smile on my face and continue through the rest of the day. Maybe its selfish that I still love you but every time I think of you I realize one thing. I realize that no matter how long it is... I will always love you, I will always care for you, and I will always want the best for you. Even though it kills me to know I might never be with you again... I will always hope you're happy. I will always love you, My Over Dramatic Romeo.

Love, Your Over Dramatic Juliet.

[undertaker.]

Dear Myself,
Stop being so sensitive. Stop crying over every little thing, and move on with things. So what? You don't need them..

Dear Creepy Old Man,
Please stop looking at me like that, and your creepy. Don't ever call me "sexy" again, or I'll beat your brains in.

[jongdae]

Dear K_____ M____
I'm sorry I'm not good enough for you, I'm sorry I'm not pretty enough for you, but I love you, okay? I can't help it, its just the way I feel. I know N____ said I was two-faced and crap, but I'm not. I was lying when I denied I loved you in Bude, I knew C___ and C_____ would make fun of me, as well as G__ and N____. I'm glad we've started to converse slightly now, but I'm scared it'll slip out. I love you.
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Dear ____,
I wish I was your best friend, I know you have C____ and E____ and A______ and T____ but what about me? We used to be best friends, nothing could split us up, now, E____ told you about that stupid, naive thing I did last year and now you hate me. I didn't mean it, you meant the world to me.I hate what I did, I'm sorry. I keep saying this, but it doesn't seem to get through.
Sorry.
;

[outer--science]

Dear Ri,

It's me. The quiet girl, the nerd who just can't stop expressing her emotions and likes yet still gets beaten down because of it. I remember when we first became friends, in our very first day of high school, and you would always step up to defend me when I was bullied and in pain. Even at the risk of being treated badly yourself. You defended me, and I comforted you whenever their racist remarks or biting jokes sank in. We faced everyone together, and I liked things being that way.

I was stupid. I wanted you to be my friend only, and I shunned my other, better friends in favour of you. But alas, you began to change. You became brooding and gloomy and just as I thought you couldn't surprise me anymore, you admitted something serious to me over the internet. You told me, so nervously, that you were bisexual and that you liked me in more than a friendly way. And, overcome with guilt, I told you that I didn't feel the same way. You weren't at school the next day. I knew that I'd hurt you, but I didn't want to be in a relationship that was totally one-sided. I didn't know what to do.

When you returned, you were even darker. You didn't laugh at my jokes, and you tried to avoid me. We were in mostly the same classes, so the feeling of bitter coldness became worse and worse. And one day, in Art class...you turned on me. You snapped at me, suggesting that I should grow up. I was so shocked, so hurt by it but I thought I deserved it after what I did to you. The girl who'd kept me safe from all the cold-hearted bullies was now becoming the thing she'd fought to defend me from. I got over it but you just got worse...and one day, you started bullying another friend of mine, and my best friends and I made an agreement- we'd had enough of your attitude and your bullying, and we were going to leave you behind. We told you that, and you cried. And I felt so guilty, but I couldn't let it get to me, not after what you'd done! So we separated- I stayed with my best friends, and you found new ones.

Around December last year, six months and a dozen internet arguments after we fell out, I hated the wistful look I kept seeing in your eyes when you looked at me and my best friends, your ex-best friends, talking. So at lunchtime one day, I apologised to you for the whole thing. You kept a steely cold look in your eyes, said you didn't care and you were different now, and you wouldn't forgive, but I felt relieved. Free of the pain of guilt. I was so happy! I was finally free! And even better, you apologised back a week after, and we became friends again. You also became friends with our friend Moni who also fell out with you, but not my best friend and your ex-friend Katherine. You hated her. And she hated me for fixing my relationship with you, so we drifted apart, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth. I didn't regret it though. I just developed a grudge and it intensified over the new year.

But here we are now. We've been friends for almost a year and things started off great before...a couple months ago, when you became your old gloomy self again. The black-hearted girl I hated and abandoned. You threw Moni aside, claiming that you'd had enough of her bull. I ignored it, just pretending I didn't really care for arguments. But I was hurt for Moni's sake- she was so upset! You continued to snap at me, hurting me, because you were maturing mentally faster than I. And I just got sick of it. I summoned up all my courage and apologised to Katherine, and we became friends again. And I tried to avoid you. I still do. And I know you hate it, but I don't want to be friends with someone who insists on hurting me! I've heard you saying you want to confront me about this, but I know you don't have the courage to.

I want the girl I knew at the very beginning of high school back. My guardian angel. Where did she go? I don't know what to do anymore...what should I do? Please, I need help...

From Keeks

[mrs lough]

Dear ______,

The girl who used to be my best friend.

Hi.

I remember in third grade when you randomly came up to me and said "you know my cell phone number, right? well write it down and give it to me. I need to call _____." (who was my crush at the time). Then I looked at you and asked, "why?" well, you replied with, "I need to talk to him. Jealous?" and walked away. You were trying to make me jealous.

You succeeded. I was jealous. I knew you were trying to get me jealous. You did.

We didn't talk for a few days. But every single day I got notes from you saying "Whos your best friend, who do you like better?" and you had me circle your name or his. But of course I circled your name because I didn't want to hurt you. But now I'm sitting here, wishing I would have circled his name instead of yours because I don't like drama. And thats all you gave to me. Drama. If I would've circled his name, I could have ended our friendship so I didn't have drama. The fight hurt me. I cried for days.

Then a few weeks after that I had you over my house. We settled the fight. You slept over, and before you left you got bored with me. I tried to make you laugh but you were bored with me. that hurt me. I give the effort to try to make you laugh and you just brush it off like i didn't do anything? no.
You were immature. You caused drama. You couldn't get over the fact that I liked him.

then you left my school.

i hope you know i shed a lot of tears crying over you and our little fights.

I'm sorry for whatever I did to make you not like me.

[peachie.]

dear boyfriend,
thanks for still loving me<3 xo