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Dear grandma,

We were very close. I never thought about death while with you. You were in so much pain yet still held in there for me and the family. You have no idea how much I and the rest of us will miss you. Words can't even describe this right now. I don't know what I'll do without you.

Will miss you.

MissA.

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Hi.

There will be times I make mistakes, where I will be confused and struggling to make sense of everything both inside my head and without. Given both, there are concerns but I believe we will overcome these. Your patience and understanding will be incredibly important... still, I am concerned. There are times when I still have difficulty expressing, fear that I am not being understood again, or feel uncertain that what is driving certain actions is being rightly understood by others. Such moments are terrifying in their own right, and I wish they didn't affect both us the way that it can.


M.

To Whomsoever This May Concern,

From this point in time forward, I will not be held accountable for:

a) The emotional state of others, nor is any other person responsible for my emotional state;

b) Any debts incurred by anyone other than myself, whether those debts are financial, political, religious, or social in nature;

c) Any promises made without my written authorization by anyone other than myself, nor will I make promises for any other person without their express written permission;

d) The financial state of anyone other than myself and my legal dependants;

e) Any person or persons whose welfare depends upon the kindness of strangers;

f) Any comments, whether spoken or written, that are made by any person other than myself, other than those made by persons legally placed under my authority to act in specific circumstances;

g) Any actions, whether accidental or intended, that are made by any person other than myself, other than those made by persons legally placed under my authority to act in specific circumstances.

Deal With It.

F.

Dear self,

Be happy, darnit!

Signed,
Me

Dear obsessive cat people,

I like cats. They're cute, soft, and fuzzy, and don't jump all over you and sniff your crotch like dogs. However, if I ever had more than two cats, I'd start feeling like I was turning into the crazy cat lady from The Simpsons. Seriously, do you really need to have 7 cats and over 9000 back issues of cat magazines? Not to mention that keeping too many cats can lead to animal hoarding, which is a form of animal abuse. Also, not everybody needs to hear about your cats all the time. I like my cat, but I wouldn't sit there and bore people by talking about how he just got his eye gouged out in a fight for hours on end.

Dear everybody,

"Vapid" does not mean "air-headed." It means boring. The aforementioned crazy cat hoarders who can only talk about their goddamned cats are vapid. Infomercials are vapid. A magazine dedicated to toenail clippings would be vapid. Jimmy Neutron was vapid. People with the IQ of a bag of hair who can only talk about celebrity gossip and their tans are not considered vapid, unless you find them to be dull. They would just be airheaded.

Sincerely,
Lucy

Dear Second-Guessers,

You stand by the sidelines, smirking over every mis-called foul or mis-played inning, and then you announce proudly "I could have done it better!" or "I would have done this instead..." just to show that the mistakes made by the participants were so clumsy that even you, a non-participant, would have succeeded where they have failed.

Well, smirk all you want. For it is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again; because there is not effort without error and shortcomings; but who does actually strive to do the deed; who knows the great enthusiasm, the great devotion, who spends himself in a worthy cause, who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement and who at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly. So that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat.*

So stuff your second-guessing, snarky, post-game critiques where the sun never shines, and take your smirky, smarmy, condescending attitude back to your mother's basement with you when you leave.

(*This statement was originally made by Theodore Roosevelt (1858-1919), the 26th American President, a greater man than you'll ever be.)

The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again; who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, and spends himself in a worthy cause; who at best, knows the triumph of high achievement; and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat.

Excellent words.


M.

Dear Boy At School,

I thought about writing you a letter to tell you how you made me feel, but then I remembered you see emotionality as weakness, and do not hold yourself accountable for the feelings of others after you've wounded them. You are just like the man who raped me, who looked at me crumpled on the floor and said, "This is your fault."

I hope some day you become aware of your own immaturity. I hope some day you become aware that there is beauty in reciprocity, in people taking care of each other, in giving for the sake of giving.

Peace (and I mean that in all honesty),

Me

Hi Eliseo

What ails you this evening as you sleep? It is one o clock in the damn morning and Im damn friggin still awake unable to go to sleep. I am simply a long lost soul searching for some company in the late nite hours through empty emails who would love to blow her brain up if was given the chance to. What is a fat asian to do? Indeed Eliseo J Barajas. Nobody likes a fat asian do they? Then you will look at this email and think, is this a joke? No 90% of it isnt a joke.

The Fat Asian

Hello my friend

Theres constantly a myrid of thoughts that go on in my head. Sometimes I have the urge to tell you. Those are only times when I am not around you. I wish you had a better understanding of what aspergers is yet I have failed to truly explain this to you. You say you think theres nothing wrong with me yet you point out things that about me that result from aspergers syndrome. I sometimes wonder how much do I really mean to you or are you a big fat stinkin liar to say that you actually like me? If I were to vanish from the face of the earth, would you really care any more then any of my so called acquintances. There are reasons why I have chosen to befriend you and not others, one happens to be fortunate circumstances. You exhibit the characteristics of what is ordinary which I dont normally find appealing. Theres something, i dont know what it is.

That ackward person

I got a weird vibe off her when she walked out the door. She stopped and looked at us strangely. I thought it was odd, and then you waved at her and seemed uncomfortable when I looked at you afterward.

I was already freaking and wouldn't have thought anything of it if I hadn't been. You're not the type to cheat in any way and I know that - more importantly, I feel it.

When I was at her desk, she got really weird after she asked me if we were still dating. It didn't make me doubt you - it made me remember that I thought she might be an Aspie when I started working with her. Then when we saw her outside with R, I got the impression I was watching a shark walk off with an unsuspecting baby seal.

I wouldn't be surprised if she misinterpreted a conversation between the two of you as something more, and that's what I was picking up on. My intuition was in conflict with what I know about you. I've only just recently gotten reacquainted with my intuition again and it really confused me.

I haven't really talked to you about this, but people with ADD can be intuitive almost to the point of being psychic. It's a curse sometimes, because I pick up on tiny things. I remember that I learned to filter a lot before I met the ex. Now I feel a bit overloaded with incoming data. I'm relearning though - thank you for being patient.

I do trust you - I promise on my grandmother's grave that I do. I'm sorry you've had to deal with some of my baggage offloading lately. I see that I need more alone time - not only to do the things I want to do, but because that's when I relearn to be me.

Dear Family,
Ignoring something that is clearly obvious will not make it go away. Accepting it is a much better way of living. Understanding helps too. Then again, I've been waiting for you to understand for years, so I won't hold my breath.

Dear Friends,
Thank you.

Dear People at College,
Please, please, PLEASE, leave me alone. All I want is to work and read. That's all. During lessons, let me work in peace. During breaks, let me vanish and read by myself. That's all I want. I'm not a sad little loser who has no friends. I am an independant person who has friends outside and prefers to be alone.

Dear Majority of People in Life,
Don't take anything I say to heart, for the love of all that's pure. I say what I think when I think it. My sense of humour is different. I'm making more of an effort to keep my mouth shut. Therefore would you make more of an effort to think of me when you're talking? Thanks.

Dear Professionals, like my Doctor,
STOP TELLING ME TO SOCIALISE. It will NOT make me happier, it will NOT make life easier. If I could, I'd happily live in the ocean as a hermit crab. You may very well be a professional, but you are not an expert on me and don't try to tell me you know how I should live my life best.

Dear Government of the UK,
Would you kindly stop making it so hard for me to make a life in this country? It is thanks to you that I now cannot afford my own property, nor my own car, and will probably not be able to for many, many years. For once, Government, stop thinking about today and look at tomorrow. Ignoring tomorrow's generation will not make us go away.

Dear People of UK,
Please, please, stop judging me like you do all teenagers in this country. Honestly, I am not about to pull out a knife and stab you. In all fairness, I'm just as worried about that as you. It is only a small minority of teenagers who wish to inflict fear and harm on others. I am not one of them. Oh, and could you stop telling me I'm stupid just because I happen to be a teenager. Forgive me, but not all adults are perfect either. At least I can read and write and have a decent education. And I have manners, for pity's sake, I'm not a worthless piece of scum like some my age.

Dear People on WrongPlanet,
Sorry for inflicting this rant on you

Me.

Dear Special-Ed Stalkers at Every Single School Known to Mankind,

YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF STALKING EVERY SINGLE KID THAT MIGHT NOT HAVE ANYTHING WRONG WITH THEM,
AND GO F*** YOURSELVES

With all my heart,
Mosse

Dear evil Farting ghost who haunts my room,

I was wondering if maybe you could lessen the amount of times you touch me? also, could you maybe stop farting in the middle of the night? The silent but deadly ones are the worst, and the loud ones are just plain scary!

dear jonny, (that would be...you)
i'm sorry.
i wish i could change your mind.
i wish i could do it over again.
i wish i could do everything different.
i wish i could do everything right.
i wish i had had more time.
i wish i had my dx earlier so i could have fixed the problems or at least realized why i was doing what i was doing. now i know.
i wish you could understand why i still need you.
i wish i could just forget you...that it wasn't so hard.
i wish you didn't tell me you still cared about me.
i wish i still didn't care about you.
i wish it was different.
i wish i was anyone but me right now. then it wouldn't hurt so much.
i wish i didn't feel like i've lost a huge part of my heart and soul. you took up a lot of space.
i wish you didn't have regrets about any of this...and i mean any of it. yes...even that.
i wish you were here.
i wish i didn't miss you.

*sigh*

i wish i could just hug you again.

love always,
me.