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

[the crown,]

Dear ____,

I wish you knew how much I loved you, but you're not answering my texts. I feel like we've grown distant. All I want is to have you back like it was when school was in. I want to talk to you before class, laugh with you in Spanish. Come back to me </3

[Puffinca]

Dear Luisa (my ex-best friend),

Ya know, I thought we were different from all the other best friends. I thought we were free of all drama. I thought we respected each other and ourselves far too much to care about the petty things. I always thought that no matter what, we'd be best friends. We'd be family.

And then you were dragged off to Brazil.

And then you made new friends. You found yourself in a crowd that was not like that of our private school, where a sense of class was always held.

And then... You became like them. The slutty clothes. The bad-girl, I'm-too-cool-for-school attitude. The inappropriate substances.

I have to admit, the more you bragged to me about the latest "cool" thing you did, whether it was "accidentally" drinking something or running away with some guys or disrespecting some person in some cruel, horrible way... The more I lost respect for you.

You're thirteen, dammit!

And then... You started telling me to get a "life". That I was dull, boring, too goody-goody. You told me (and still tell me) that I have absolutely no life and I'm lonely and keep saying the phrase "no wonder you don't have any friends". We held many debates. Many arguments. These arguments, at the least, had class. There was no name calling. Just information battling against information.

And then I had enough. Your snide little side comments pissed me off. That was our first ever real argument. I still remember you telling me: "No one will ever like you!" "I hate those dumb, stupid, idiotic Americans!" "Get a life, loser!" "So that's what you're doing on a friday night? Staying home? No wonder no one likes you"

I thought we were better than that. I thought YOU were better than that. To sink to the level where you used such language? Sure, it hurt to some point, but fact is, I hold more respect for dirt than you. Yes, I did tell you that "I don't respect you", which probably hurt more than anything you said to me, but you still sunk to a point that you can't get back to. Sure, after days of not talking I rose above my pride and contacted you again, saying that if we left things on that note we'd one day be 30 years old and regretting it, so maybe things seem all rainbows and unicorns now.

But truth is...

I still have no respect for you.

Sincerely,

The girl who helped 9-year-old you find your way around the school.

[Puffinca]

Dear Sebastian,

You used to tease me a lot, in a joking way. I always teased you back, in a hateful-friendly sorta way. Sure, you were a year younger than me and are waaay too good-looking and out of my league, but we were still close friends.

Until that dreadful moment when our friends told me that you had a huge crush on me. I really wish they hadn't told me that, because that was the first time I ever looked at you in that way. We had a full year of fun, crushing on each other, walking on our tippy-toes... That was, until I graduated. Now we go to different schools, and I still like you! I feel pathetic. I never thought that I'd be the girl to be so love sick over a guy.

Sebastian, I know you think I hate you, but I honestly don't. xD If I want to hide a feeling, I hide it well.

Sincerely,

The girl still crushing on you~

[Puffinca]

Dear me,

SUCK IT UP. No matter how down it may seem at times, you've got a pretty damn good life. You have a family who loves you, you live life easy, you get everything you want, and you live in one of the most richest, fairy-tale like counties of the nation. You don't have to live small or be sad that your family can't afford certain things. You go to a great school, and you've got people who love you. You're an excellent student, a talented, well-rounded person, and you've got things going pretty well for you.

Don't give mind to the petty, little-girl things. Don't put so much meaning into things that will come and go.

Most of all, learn to be happy about the small things in life. Grades aren't everything.

Sincerely,

Yourself

[ParaKitty]

Dear self,
Why are you so shy? Talk more and talker louder.
Why do you cry so easily? Suck it up and stop crying over dumb things.
Play the violin louder!
Stop being such a pessimistic.
~K

Dear KK,
I miss you, please let break go by a bit faster.
Why are you so mysterious and unpredictable?
~The shy girl in PE that's crushing on you

Dear A,
Thank you for being my best friend for the last three years and now. Please don't ever leave me, I only have you. Can't wait to see you again after break.
~Your best friend

[interestingword]

Dear brother,
It's been so, so long, hasn't it? So very long. I...I don't even remember what your voice sounds like. We went to see a movie today, it's the last in a trilogy I know you'd love, you adored the first one. I remember watching you read the cheap movie novel thing for it, and sometimes I'd steal it and read it until I fell asleep. The actor of your favorite character, he...he passed on, I'm sorry to tell you. You'd have cried if you were here. So much has happened...I've got two pet snakes, now. And a gecko. Plus a fish. And we've got two cats, I know you'd approve of those- you were promised a kitty when you got better. We've still got all the legos you had, every one, and mom and dad have their own huge sets. Me, I've got a few here and there, but I prefer keeping to the things I craft with cardboard. Still have Buckbeak though, don't worry. He'll be safe with me, and I remember you telling me I could only have him to play with once a month, many years ago, I thought it to be the best deal in the world. I remember you using your allowance to buy me lego sets of my own, and giving me your pokemon cards, and that final cat story you told me..so wildly immature, I know, but five-year-old me cherished those like nothing else. You still haven't told me what happens to Kitty, and you never will, never can, no matter how hard I wish.

If only you could see me now, staring morosely at my screen, wondering just how drastically different life would be if I still had you to talk to every day. Wondering if I'd be in public school. Wondering what everyone I've met on the internet would be doing. Wondering if I'd still be stuck with that horrid "friend" I had for so long, too stupid to see her using me. You know, I don't have any friends anymore. Only one person -- not family-- knows about you, and the others...well... They ask about siblings, I answer I had one, never had the need to go into details. I barely know 'em. You were my lifelong friend, until you couldn't be any longer, and I don't dwell. I am somehow not ashamed to say I don't dwell, even if I should be. What's done is done and I can't being you back.
However, before I sign off, I'd just like to tell you...thanks. For being my brother. For letting me inherit your sense of humor and wonder. For paving the way to my reptile love, all starting with naughty little Snakey, that imaginary friend to go along with the cats and dogs you told me tales of. Thanks brother.
-Signed,
A grateful sibling who misses you dearly.

[sillies]

Dear....whoever reads this,

I have no idea where to begin, but May I vent to you? I just am going through a lot lately, and well...yeah. I am currently in a state of hating life to the fullest. I...get angry and ticked off so easily...and I just....I dunno. Y'see, my Great Grandma died on December 7th,2014. (1915-2014) and well, she's the first person I've ever lost in my life. But it is....horrid almost to say that So far, I've only shed one tear? I....feel as though .... I'm not myself anymore. I feel as though...I'm nothing more than a monster. A demon, a creature of Darkness....a...thing...that all he seems to do is just.... mope and get angry and...explode in people's faces. I can't seem to control that monster inside...with everything that's been happening.... I just...can't seem to...get a grip on...what really matters anymore.... [I sigh, and look to you.] I can't seem to...get a grip...on what my life...is supposed to be about.........

Thankies for listening,
Sora.

[gore.]

dear...
i really really wish i were more involved with your personal life.
it seems like i'm missing important things without you.. it would have been nice to spend christmas with you.
christmas this year didn't seem like christmas.. *sigh*

[Byrdee ★]

Dear Mom,

I want a dog. Ok? Thanks.

Love, Me

[apollo.]

Dear you,
Ugh, I need school to be here so I can talk to you. You always make me feel happier and when we talk it's amazing. But school needs to stay far far away, because I'm barely done any of the homework he assigned me. Remember? I'm pretty sure I was ranting about it that day. Turns out it's only 36 pages, not 50 so that's good right? Actually it's not really because I just want to sleep away my vacation.
Love, that girl who you talk to sometimes



Dear guy,
Hey. I really miss you. I really want to thank you though, for everything. You don't know it, but you made a lot of my days brighter.
Love, that girl who's had a crush on you forever