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

[Kazin]

K,
I can't even talk to you, honestly. You came back to the room last night, drunk, and then expect me to be ok with that. And then when I tell you I was annoyed, suddenly you thin your world is ending. Seriously. And you have a problem with one of my good friends, which isn't ok. She hasn't even done anything wrong. You are mad because she just wanted you both to go to bed because you were both so clearly drunk, one of you was even throwing up, and she was actually sticking up for me. Because, unlike you even care to know, that really bothered me that you come back late at night drunk and expect me to be ok with that. You also seem to think it's okay that you wake me up every morning, without even trying to be quiet. And at night you put on Netflix, to a show I have repeatedly said I hate... And this cycle will continue forever I just know it because you won't listen.
A very frustrated B.

[tinusio]

a long letter to multiple people; sorry for coming off so dramatic but hey; some stuff needs to be said.

ᴅᴇᴀʀ ᴍᴇ,

ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ sᴛᴏᴘ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ɪɴᴠᴏʟᴠᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ. ɪᴛ's ᴍᴇssɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ ᴀғғᴏʀᴅ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏxɪᴄ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴄᴋʟᴇss, sᴛᴀʀᴛ sᴀʏɪɴɢ ɴᴏ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ. ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ ғᴏʀᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪɴɢs, ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴏᴅʏ, ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍɪɴᴅ, ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ.

ᴡɪsᴇ ᴜᴘ ʙᴜᴄᴋ-sʜᴏᴛ.

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Dᴇᴀʀ G,

I ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴘʀᴏʙʟᴇᴍs ʙᴜᴛ I ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏɴsᴛᴀɴᴛʟʏ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇᴍ. Sᴏ ɪs ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴇʟsᴇ. I ᴀᴍ ɴᴏᴛ sᴜʀᴇ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴜɴ ᴀᴡᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴏᴜʀ sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ʜᴀs ᴀ ᴄᴏᴜɴsᴇʟᴏʀ ᴏʀ ɴᴏᴛ, ʀᴇɢᴀʀᴅʟᴇss I ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴅɪsʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀʟᴋ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴄᴀᴜᴛɪᴏɴ ᴡʜᴇɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ɪ'ᴍ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ. Aɴᴅ I ᴅɪsʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʟɪsᴛᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴀɪɴ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ 'ʜᴏᴡ ʜᴀʀᴅ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ɪᴛ' ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ sᴜᴘᴘʟɪᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ʟᴜxᴜʀʏ ᴏғ ʟɪғᴇ.

I ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ʟɪғᴇ ᴀɴᴅ sᴏ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ sᴏ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴs I ɪɴᴛᴇɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴜsᴇ ᴍɪɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍᴀɴɪᴘᴜʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ᴍʏ 'ᴅɪʀᴛʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ'. Sᴏ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ, ᴅᴏ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴀ ғᴀᴠᴏʀ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴇᴛ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴘʀᴏғᴇssɪᴏɴᴀʟ ʜᴇʟᴘ.

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Dᴇᴀʀ J,

ʏᴇs ɪ sᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ʙᴏʏғʀɪᴇɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴇs ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴏʏғʀɪᴇɴᴅ ɪs ɴɪᴄᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴛʜᴇ PDA ᴛᴏ ᴀ ʟɪᴍɪᴛ. ɪᴛ's ʀᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴀᴛ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ sʜᴏᴠɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴏɴɢᴜᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʜɪs ᴛʜʀᴏᴀᴛ.

ᴀʟsᴏ ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴀʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ɴᴀsᴛʏ ʜᴀʙɪᴛ ᴏғ sᴇᴀʀᴄʜɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ᴅʀᴀᴍᴀ. ʏᴏᴜ sᴛᴀʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴏɴᴇ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ᴀs ʟᴏɴɢ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇʏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʀᴀᴜᴍᴀᴛɪᴄ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴀs sᴏᴏɴ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ғɪɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴋᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴊᴜᴍᴘ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ʏᴏᴜ ғɪɴᴅ ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ ᴠɪᴄᴛɪᴍ. ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ sᴛᴏᴘ ᴅʀᴀɢɢɪɴɢ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ғᴜʀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏ ʟᴏɴɢᴇʀ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀɴᴛɪǫᴜᴀᴛᴇᴅ. ɪ ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ sᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ, ᴍʏsᴇʟғ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs.

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Dᴇᴀʀ ᴛ,

ʟᴏᴏᴋ ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴍɪsᴇʀᴀʙʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ'ᴍ sᴏʀʀʏ ɪ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴀᴍ. ɪᴛ's ᴍʏ ғᴀᴜʟᴛ, ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴄᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴇᴇᴘᴇʀ ғᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴄʀᴀᴘ. ɪᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ.

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ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ,

ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛ ᴡʜᴏ ɪ ᴀᴍ
ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛ ʜᴏᴡ ɪ ᴀᴍ
ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴊᴜsᴛ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟʟʏ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛ ᴍᴇ

ʙᴜᴛ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛs ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ ɪɴ ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ
sᴛᴏᴘ ʟᴀʙᴇʟɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ; ʏᴏᴜʀ SON ᴀs ᴀ ᴍɪsᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴏʀ sᴏᴍᴇ sᴄɪᴇɴᴄᴇ
ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴍᴇɴᴛ.

ɪ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ʜᴏᴡ ᴄʟᴏsᴇ-ᴍɪɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʀʀᴏɢᴀɴᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ, ɪ'ᴍ ʏᴏᴜʀ /sᴏɴ/ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ /sᴏɴ/ ᴊᴜsᴛ sᴏ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴs ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ᴅᴀᴍɴ ɢᴀʏ.

ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴛᴇʀʀɪʙʟᴇ ᴅᴀʏ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇ ɪᴛ.

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Mᴜᴍ,

Yᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴏssɪʙʟʏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇsᴛ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ ɪɴ ᴇxɪsᴛᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ I ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ sᴏ ғʀɪɢɢᴇɴ ᴍᴜᴄʜ. ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ, ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ sᴜᴘᴘᴏʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ʟɪғᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ɢᴜᴇss ɪ'ᴍ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ʙᴀᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ sᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜᴏᴡ ᴀᴡᴇsᴏᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ.

I ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪ ɢᴇᴛ ᴍᴏᴏᴅʏ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ, ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜɪs ᴛʀᴀɴsɪᴛɪᴏɴ ɪsɴ'ᴛ ᴇᴀsʏ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ's ᴘʀᴏʙᴀʙʟʏ ᴡᴏʀsᴇ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ, ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍʏ ɢʀᴏss 'ᴏʟ ᴍᴏᴏᴅ sᴡɪɴɢs. ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋs ғᴏʀ ᴘᴜᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏ.

I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ sʜᴏᴡ ᴍʏ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ sᴀʏ ɪᴍ sᴏʀʀʏ, ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴅɪғғɪᴄᴜʟᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪ'ᴠᴇ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴏғ ʙᴀᴅ ᴅᴇᴄɪsɪᴏɴs ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ғᴀᴄᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ, ᴘᴜsʜɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ғᴏʀᴡᴀʀᴅs ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴇʟᴘs. Iᴛ's ɴɪᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʜᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴡᴀʀᴍ ᴅɪɴɴᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴏғ ᴄᴀʟᴍɴᴇss [ᴏʀ, ᴏᴄᴄᴀsɪᴏɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴀ ʙɪᴄᴋᴇʀ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴜs].

I ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇs ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏᴜʙᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏᴜʙᴛ ᴍᴇ ʙᴜᴛ I ᴡᴀɴᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴛʀᴀᴄᴋ, ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ʙᴏᴛʜ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴘᴀᴛʜ ᴀɴᴅ ʏ'ᴋɴᴏᴡ, ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴀs ғᴀʀ ᴀs I ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ɴᴏᴡ.


I ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴏʀ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ᴅᴏɴᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ʙʀᴀᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏʙʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴜʀᴇ-ʜᴇᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ.
Yᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ sᴇᴇɴ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴄʀᴀᴘ, ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ sᴛᴀʏᴇᴅ ʟᴏʏᴀʟ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ. Yᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ sᴛᴀʏᴇᴅ sᴛʀᴏɴɢ. Aɴᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ; ɪ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ.

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Dᴇᴀʀ ᴍᴀɴᴏ,

ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴍᴜᴍ ᴀɴᴅ I ʙᴏᴛʜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴇᴛ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ᴘᴜʟʟᴇᴅ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ sᴋᴇᴛᴄʜʏ ᴛʜɪɴɢs. Rᴇɢᴀʀᴅʟᴇss; ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴛʜɪs ᴜᴘ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴜᴍ ᴛʜᴇɴ ɪ'ʟʟ sᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴏᴘᴇɴɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴏʀᴇ. ᴍᴜᴍ ᴅᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇs ᴛʜɪs, ʏ'ᴋɴᴏᴡ?

ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴀɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛʀᴇᴀᴛ ʜᴇʀ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ʟᴀᴅʏ.





-S

[Noni Gailin Ayrenin~]

Dear step-dad,

When I say I am in physical pain, and am complaining about it, IT'S NOT ME BEING A WHIMP.
In fact, I don't usually complain about physical pain unless I think something is seriously wrong.

Yes, I tripped, and we can all laugh about it later.
Lets just focus on the fact that I feel like I may have torn a muscle in my ankle, please.

OH, and Ice doesn't help me as much as you think it does. I'm a warm person. That being said, HEAT tends to help me more.

---Noni, the angered and full-of-pain-in-the-foot kid you are currently mocking.

[APH Ireland]

Dear S;
I love you. Yes, I said it. Even though we're only young, and of course we're two different people, I love you.
Even though you do annoy me, quite a lot. I mean seriously, how can you be so biased? Really? Eastern dragons are dragons too, thank you very much.
Being Jehovah's Witnesses, we have to say no to a lot of things. But something as petty as that? Grow up, mate.
And I know I talk weird, but you know I have asperger's disease, so please give me a break.
~L

[anathema]

n.b.,
i read your instagram bio last night and i know it's about me. i feel the same way.

missing you always, m.r.

[satyrn.]

dear parents,
I know im an odd child,I mean you guys didnt even know there were any other sexualities past LGBT! So telling you i was ase or may be ase was kinda...awkward.
Having to explain that was eeehhhh
And i KNOW i stay in my room all day and im sorry. But when youre a teen and the internet is the only thing you have left to make you smile because your anxiety is getting worse and youve slipped into depressive state and have exams next week,its kind of needed.
my friends dont really get it and i will be honest and say i get mad at them sometimes.
Ive tried to go round theirs or to invite them over but the last two times i tried our plans were cancelled last minute so im sorry.

Why do you always make me the bad guy.
Im not even exaggerating,EVERY.SING.SITUATION.IM.IN
I am the bad guy.
I just wanna be the good guy for once.
frem,a slightly depressed uk

[The One & Only Vapor]

dear p,

i hate you. i hate you a lot. you twist your rules to your own liking and expect me to follow another set entirely. you make it okay when you mess up, but my mistakes are the end of the world. you get angry because i don't know things about you. you never told me said things about you.

you are a hypocrite. hypocrisy is my biggest pet peeve, more than liars, more than bad-mannered people, more than self-centered braggarts; i hate hypocrisy above all. i hate you.

i hate you, but i still respect you.

you don't hate me. you have a "life to live." you don't have time to hate me. that's okay. in fact, that's pretty cool.

i hate you, but i respect you.

i wish that was okay.

- vapor

[nepsneps]

Dear Myself,


Be more productive. All you do is waste time online. Start drawing on your 3DS again,
you've improved your skills by drawing in your sketchbook, don't let those drawing skills go to waste.


Stop procrastinating. You never do your homework. You're starting to do bad in school.


You should start improving your writing skills. You constantly keep story ideas in your head,
but they stay there. It's time to convert those stories into paragraphs.

I can't control what I do.

I wish I knew how.


Sincerely, Myself

[satyrn.]

dear world,
why do you hate me?
what in the heavens did i actually do to you?
Seriously 2015 is the worst year of my life and its only been three months
THREE
just shows how much this year allready sucks
three months and ive allready cried too much had a dramatic mood drop this year and gone through much pain.
why do you hate me
i hope you stop existing
frem,a crying uk

[iiNeontree]

Dear me, do not complain that you do not get many trades, you will get some soon and do not feel bad that you have lice.