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To the unpopular kids who went back to school, today,

I know exactly how you feel. I was in your shoes, 20 years, ago. The popular kids can't hurt you, every hour of the day. Enjoy the hours that you have to spend at home, from the time you get home, until you go to bed, and know that you're safely tucked in bed at night, away from all harm.

Sid :O)

Dear Raj,

You are one of the most rudest people at Stepping Stones. I can't believe how f*****g rude you are. So you think that you're better than me, because I need Depend's and you don't. I know that people are not considered to be equal to one another in India. I have news for you, you idiot! In Canada, all people are equal, no matter what cross they have to bear. Are you only that rude to me, or are you like that with the other regulars at the clubhouse. I don't think that I'm better than you, because I have an English accent and you speak broken English, so stop thinking that you're better than me, because you can wear Fruit of the Looms.

Yours Hatefully,

Sid

Father.

Look, idiot. Just because our internet has been speed-limited, it doesn't mean that you "can't use it". It just means that you have to wait a little longer for pages to load. Having to pay for internet and not having it go as fast as you'd like is really not the worst thing that could happen.
(If it weren't for my computer, the internet that you're making such a big fuss over paying for would be pretty damn useless to you; so stop bitching about my internet usage, ok?)

For God's sake, stop whining. Your life is not bad.

- Rachel -

Dear annoying teacher,

Please leave me and my friend alone, we don't need you, we don't want you, so please take the hint and go away.
I do not disrupt him and I am not getting in the way of his work so shut up. Also you are not MY mentor you are HIS so stop trying to get in the way of my life like you do his, and stop being a patronising b***h, we are not daft we have brains!
And no I am not rude I am telling you to go away, just because you are a member of staff doesn't mean you are better than anyone else, if I were outside of school I'd be saying alot worse, and so would my friend.

yours hatefully
Sophie

To my Best friend,

Who keeps using drugs because of this song she understands. She understands that it is true -

- it's EASIER TO RUN

It's easier to run
Replacing this pain with something numb
It's so much easier to go
Than face all this pain here all alone

Something has been taken
From deep inside of me
A secret I've kept locked away
No one can ever see
Wounds so deep they never show
They never go away
Like moving pitcures in my head
For years and years they've played

If I could change I would
Take back the pain I would
Retrace every wrong move that I made I would
If I could
Stand up and take the blame I would
If I could take all the shame to the grave I
Would

Sometimes I remember
The darkness of my past
Bringing back these memories
I wish I didn't have
Sometimes I think of letting go
And never looking back
And never moving forward so
There would never be a past

Just washing it aside
All of the helplessness inside
Pretending I don't feel misplaced
Is so much simpler than change

It's easier to run
Replacing this pain with something numb
It's so much easier to go
Than face all this pain here all alone

Free-written by Chester

Dear Friend at School

Even though you havent like exiled me from your life and where technically still friends. I just wanted to tell you that I suffered in silence for 2 damn months before you had any clue. And even when you finally got the picture, now probably dont even want me around even though you pretend to act cool while Im in your room. Well I just wanted you to know, yes I am f****n jealous and yes I am trying to secretly manipulate your f****n casual sex partner cause I know she has a conscience so she'll stop f*****g with you. And yes I know on Monday night what you were really doing, which was not going to sleep. Yeah you were going to sleep for 2 hours. I also wanted you to know that I am thinking about killing myself again...you didnt know in the 1st place that I was suicidal huh? Well now I imagine bloody wrists and razor blades penetrating my face. I wish I could hang my bloody body right in front of you.

But then again, I will still visit you few times a week and I will pretend nothings wrong because you dont want me to say even though you know. I hate pretending, I want to slash my wrists and shove it in your face. Dammit! Am I so disgusting, am I so disgusting, you let that idiot sleep on your bed last year and you wont even let me sit on it.

Dear David,

Last year, I was nice to you, but not because I genuinely liked you. I was nice to you because everybody hated you and I felt sorry for you. Being stuck in group therapy with you has made me realize that you fail at life. The reason why everybody hates you is because you are socially ret*d and self-centered and will most likely get thrown out once the teachers finally lose patience with you.

Dear [name of counselling place]

I need you to know that you were my last option for getting some form of assistance. Making me wait weeks for a response, then sending a letter about how you are unable to offer a counselling slot makes me wonder whether it was a mistake to mention the autism; my last counselling experience ended because they did not wish to deal with it.

I know you have to prioritise, but my situation is not good, and due to your regulations you would be getting paid something. I have exhausted all the other options for help. It may be irrational, but it feels like I am not wanted by society and there is no place for me.

Dear Professor Math Jerk,
I will kindly ask you to cut the sarcasm when delivering
highly unconvincing speeches on why Math 60 is so frustrating.
Some of us know already.

A Frustrated Student


Dear Random Girls I encountered on Monday,
How would you feel if someone started laughing at you for no reason?
Guys have feelings, too!

Random Guy at the Water-tasting table


Dear Fellow Writing122 classmate,
I am NOT stalking you! You need not be afraid of everyone else, including me!

Guy w/the light blue Backpack

Dear Professor,

Justice is coming.

Dear Adverb's Mother,


I'm really, really sorry I painted your bathrooms and unpacked and scattered your stuff. So when you wrong me, I should let it go. But I just can't.


If you boss me around again, I'm moving out. And I hope that I'll never have to live with you in the first place.

Dear Me,

Stop doing stuff in a hurried manner, especially when you are doing homework assignments.

Me

Dear Study Skills Professor,

I just want you to know I ran off after class was excused this morning in a panic.
Are you singling me out for some reason?
If you are, I will file a complaint against you!

Student with Gray Shirt

Dear racist members of this board I will not name,

I would like to knock out all of your front teeth right now.

Me

Dear racist, sexist, and homophobic members of this board I refuse to name,

If I met you and you said something that was
racist, sexist, or homophobic;I will beat the hell out of you.

AA

Dear Ex-Boyfriend's Married/Taken friends,

Stop hitting on me. You're taken. And I may be young, but I'm not this naive bimbo who is easily manipulated by your leery tactics of trying to get into my pants...and getting away with it.

Dear first and only Ex-Boyfriend,

There's a gaping void without you in my life. Now I seem to be back in "swinger mode" to make up for the regular affection you gave me...but it's not enough. I'd rather have a full-on relationship, and the only person I'd consider having one with would be you. You're shutting me out and ignoring me even when I'm trying to be friends with you, and it hurts. It hurts a hell of a lot.

Dear M,

DON'T confirm you're coming to my birthday bash and then a week later mysteriously have plans.
I'm beginning to think I was a complete ass for initiating our friendship.

Dear Someone/Anyone,

I wish you were my best friend. I have people I know, but no close friends.
I realized this when I tried to create a hangout thing to celebrate my birthday...and had no idea who to invite.

Dear ...

Your flippant, over-the-shoulder apology had all the sincerity of a hooker's smile. But that was then, and this is now. Today, I saw your video, and no matter how heroic your efforts were to save that man's life, all I could think of is how the years have not been kind to you

I used to go to games just to watch you lead the pep squad in your short, short skirt and too-tight sweater. Forget the score or even which team had the ball. I was hooked on your voluptuous appearance and flashbulb smile!

So one day I asked you out, and you responded with so much laughter, I thought you'd faint. If I hadn't been mortified with embarrassment, I would have run out and kept running. As it was, I was trapped by the people crowding around asking what happened, and then adding their own laughter to yours. You managed to get to the door first, and for the briefest of moments, you looked as if you knew exactly what I was going through. Then you mouthed, "I'm sorry" over your shoulder and left with your friends.

Was it really such an absurdity to imagine that I would be interested in you? Was it such an hysterical thought that you would consent to spend an evening with me? Do you and your friends still laugh about it to this day?

Trust me, all my interest in you died that day. Then I saw the video. You did very well, from what I could see. The chest compressions and breaths were timed just right. It's probably to your credit that the guy survived at all! But it wasn't until you stood up at the end and lit that cigarette that I noticed how fat you had become.

Girl, you were only 5'2" back then, and the embodiment of every adolescent fantasy. But I daresay that if you weigh less than 300 pounds now, it's not by much. You have no neck, no waist, and your legs seem to go up only as far as your knees! Your hair hangs limp, and in bright sunlight, your skin looks like warm cottage cheese.

Oh, how I wish I could take that video back in time and show it to you and your friends back then! I wish they could see that their Goddess of Desire would become a large wheel of soft cheese with legs and arms. Time and gravity have worked my retribution for me. True, I'm no Adonis myself, but I never had so far to fall as you - I was already absurdly unattractive, remember? Not much distance down from there, let me tell you!

I would laugh, but I also feel sorry for you. Two ex-husbands, three kids, diabetes, and an utter lack of physical appeal.

I guess you now have to live for those moments when men have heart attacks so that you can have something resembling a kiss on the lips ... no wonder you needed a cigarette afterward!

(Oh! Was that a slam? I guess it was! My bad.)

Sincerely,

"The Spaz"