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dear you,
i'm glad you're my friend.
i'm scared.
but i know you'll be there for me.

me.

Dear AAA rechargeable batteries,

What's wrong with you? Why don't you last? You're in constant need of a recharging!

Ugh. Stupid crappy short-lasting batteries.

Me.

-delete-

Double.

Dear Normal Human Feelings,

Where have you gone? Why don't I feel anything? Even my annoyance is short-lived.

Sure I feel things, I just don't like what I feel. I would rather feel depressed to...nevermind.

Could this be a medication side-effect? If it is, I won't worry as much. I don't know.

Empty Me.

Dear Me,
You bore me,

From Me.

AAA rechargeable batteries,

Hi, it's me again. Just a little rant is in order. I should chuck you all out and by regular batteries. Ta ta!

Extremely annoyed and especially bored me.

P.S. It's probably my fault you don't last so long in the first place. I should've left you recharging longer.

P.P.S Why the heck am I writing to AAA rechargeable batteries?!

dear you,
i don't know why i thought you were different than all the others...

me.

AAA rechargeable batteries,

Last time I bother. Why do I bother? I'm bored, and I should just buy new ones already.

Me.

***

Brother,

Go to Hell. Thank you.

Me.

dear you,
i wish i could have kept the promise i made to myself.
that i didn't want to talk to you for a while.
why did i break the promise to me that seemed so easy to keep?
yet i cannot bring myself to break the promise i made to you?
i sit here and ponder this, as you are probably off having fun.
and i sit here and struggle with that promise...
you said you wanted to talk.
i was here.
you weren't.
now i don't know if i want to talk to you again...
or if i can.

me.

Dear Cory,

I just wish that either you'd leave him for me... or that I just didn't love you so much.

And I wish I could stop thinking about it.

And I wish I could tell you in a socially acceptable, non-freaky way, non-awkwardly.

And I wish you'd tell me how you really felt about me.

I love you, I love you, I love you! Oh, dear God, I love you! More than anything in the world I love you!

And it feels so wrong to, since you already have your "wonderful" *cough* boyfriend. I wish you'd see him for the not-so-great guy he his. Hell, you've said yourself that you didn't really like him! So why do you love him?

I just need to know.

With all of my troubled heart,
Stevopedia

Dear Joey,

I wish you were smart enough to understand this. I wonder if you ever saw a movie or TV show that showed what a big brother was supposed to be like.

Mom and Dad led miserable lives because of you and you werent there to be the punching bag. When you were around I was YOUR punching bag.

I now know Dad beat you. Why would you continue it? Mom told me you ASKED for a little brother. I was 9 years younger than you. You were a wrestler. I never had a chance.

I've never been able to beat you in a fair fight. It was always you I thought about when mom would read me David and Goliath to put me to sleep.

I even lost the last fist fight I had with you which will may be the last time I ever see you. What is it four years now?

Your parents are dead. Your wife and only sibling left you, all you have is your daughter you're raising to be a thug. I cant wait for her to become a teenager and drive you nuts you racist bastard.

I want you dead by my bare hands. The fact that I'm you're only remaing family member puts me at too high a profile. But maybe someday I won't give a s**t anymore. You don't know where I am but I've kept tabs on you .

I dont care about the rules anymore. I dont care about fighting fair. You have no idea the sick things that twisted part of me you created has done. Or what I'm capable of doing yet.

I have never hit or physically harmed another human being outside of self defence, sometimes not even then. I refuse to raise my voice in anger to a child, and have quit jobsbecause of that. I will not displace my agression and hurt a woman or animal or someone weaker than me.

But pain never goes away. It evoles into hate .And I'm saving it all for you.

I have become a very patient man . Don't you f*****g dare die on me you bastard.

Your Little Brother,

Dave

Dear Kevin-John,

Just when I think things are perfect I know you're gonna f*** it up. You overestimate me. Badly. Enough.

If I continue 38 hour a week work I will go nuts. I won't be able to join you dancing (you'll go off at me about this, I know you will), and any other social interaction would be near impossible.

You try to understand, but this time I think this is way over your head.

Although you've proved me wrong before.

Love you darling.

Kezza.

Dear Morgan Beaglehoven I

I will start walking you of a morning again. I will force myself awake at 5.25 am to walk you, because the walking will make me feel better, and you love it.

At 6.00 am Saturday morning (tomorrow) I will walk you again. 5.25 am on weekdays and
6.00 am on weekends.

And no more getting out of the yard!! !! !! !!

Bless your little beagle face!

Kezza.

Dear NT Bee-Yotch {and Cronie},

Just when we both think our worlds are no longer distrubed, guess what? You sneak up on next to me when I am exiting my Spanish class singing "My Humps" at the top of your lungs in a most sarcastic fashion. Being the sensitive person that I am, my protection came down around me as if it was made of Kleenex.
I laughed so hard and you continued singing.

I don't fault you for doing so, just what happened next began the idea for my retribution against the both of you.
You, the NT BEE-YOTCH, shout at the top of your lungs
"EEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!
YOU'RE f*****g CREEPY!" This destroyed whatever shred of dignity that I have left. I shall tell you throught his letter that I was calming myself down, in a subtle manner, since there were a lot of people around us. If you were pointing at me, please be aware that I will hire someone to find you and give you a f*****g dicktionary. Ha Ha. Get it? Dictionary?

To the Cronie:
I'm sorry you were there.
I will forgive you although I no longer trust you.
Please be prepared for information that will come later.

Thank You,
Guess Who

Dear Dan Vado,

God, I'm so sorry. I was off medication; I didn't realize what I was doing.

Dear JV,

(See above...)

Dear over 90% of the kids at my school, and 95+% of the kids at the middle school

Just grow up already. You guys are spoiled, immature kids who have no hope for a future. You guys are truely dumb f*cks and it makes me sad that people think that you guys have a brighter future then us because you guys are "normal".

dear you
i wish i never told you.
now i just feel weird.
and i don't know how you feel.
it just all seems weird.
and i hate it.
i could delete it and pretend like i never said any of it?
it wouldn't matter, it happened, i told you, and that's all there is to it.
just please, please, no matter what, please just keep your promise.
and i'll keep mine.

me.