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Well, Cockney

You've tried, and you've proven to yourself, once again, that you're now a Punker. You strike me as more of a Sid, than a Kink, anyways

Dear God (or something)

Douglas Adams shouldn't have been allowed to die.

Dear James,
I'd like to point out a couple of things that you seem to be forgetting.

1. YOU broke up with ME.

2. YOU were the one who wasn't open about wanting children. Everything you said to me gave me the impression that you didn't want them. All that complaining about "little brats", complaining whenever a child so much as spoke audibly in your presence...
What conclusion was I meant to draw?

So stop acting like I've abandoned you and broken your heart. Stop sending me these cryptic, depressed texts. You know that I hate it when people can't say straight out what they mean. You know very well that I'll presume that it's because of something I've done.

You are my friend. I care about you, but I did not cause your situation, and it is not my responsibility to fix it. Even if it was, it's more than I can deal with at the moment. I'm sorry.

- Rachel -

Dear Sid,

Be true to yourself. Do whatever you want. Use the avatars that make you feel natural. Post about your special interests, as much or as little, as you wish. Keep in the Cockney Spirit. Remember that there are only six more weeks, before Spring. You've looked back at Christmas, in January. Look forward to spring and summer, in February. Keep away from those energy drinks. You haven't bought any, since October. Eat healthy and get plenty of rest. Most importantly, get some sleep. You're going to have to get up early, tomorrow.

Sid

to me, from me -
Here's another fine mess we're in

Dear Sophie and Abbie,

Jesus f*****g Christ, do you scumbags think that Queen Bees and Wannabes and Mean Girls were f*****g motivational speeches instead of cautionary tales? (My G-d, I can't believe I'm referencing a Lindsay Lohan movie.) Do you have any f*****g idea about the pain that you're causing me? Seriously, I have honest-to-Jesus started hurting myself physically because of you (by scratching myself). Do you think that emotions are a f*****g GAME? Do you think it's amusing to toy with people's emotions, to make them feel good and then do something completely horrible? You're manipulative f*****g b*****s and I hope that you have miserable lives while I go on to do great things. I bet you'll look real f*****g spiffy in Burger King uniforms.

No love,
Lucy

Dear Kate,

Here's to our friendship. It was great while it lasted. Have fun ruining other people's lives.

Sincerely,
Lucy

Dear Parents,

Please stop asking me to do things related to computers. I don't have any knowledge on the matter, and using computers for anything other than leisure puts me off electrical technology altogether. Please, money is so tight for the family right now, we can't afford to get that spare computer fixed, nor can we afford any screwups that I would accidentally cause if I was forced to do it myself.

I know you don't respect my 3-years-and-still-going relationship with someone we've never met in person (due to him living on the other side of the planet), but you don't have to be so childish about it.

I tell you that I'm stressed out and you tell me I have nothing to get stressed about. How can I possibly articulate the reasons why I'm so stressed out? There are so many things I wish I could explain to you, but in the end it's futile because I can't communicate it. Were it not for the fact that money was so tight, that it's so close to the beginning of the school year for the younger children, and the fact that my 24th Birthday is this Friday... I would put my physical presence out of everybody's lives. One way or another.

From,
Your third child (out of nine).

dear (not the usual) you,
i kinda thought you'd be there for me today.
guess i was wrong.
why am i not surprised?
it doesn't really matter.

me.

Dear parents and MADDuck,


I love you all but I also love username, rex, and adv.

Dearest Dinos,

The waning gibbous moon slips into the last quarter and then the crescent so quickly leads to the new moon, which is my ending and other’s beginning. I crave the darkness of the new moon, for only then are the stars all mine mine mine; yet I fear to be night-blind by the time my moon has come. After all, the new moon is forgotten into the crescent and the waxing gibbous shine and, once again your full moon beams with hope.
Wish a dream upon a star; I will be there.

YC

Caro Oregon,

Um celeiro vermelho num belo vale é agradável. Doze cada milha é pegajoso. Despedir no vermelho secadores. E, também, outros países têm as suas bums na esquina tentando lavar seu carro janelas. Porque é seu bums na gasolina tentando bomba de gás de todos?

Advérbio

Dear paranoia,
Go die in a fire, please.
Me.

Dear Education Department,
You can delude yourselves into thinking you did the right thing all you want, but mainstream-schooling me was the worst thing you ever did to me (and everyone else.)
Me.