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Dear Victor,

You were an amazing, intelligent, funny bloke, a dear friend and I wish I'd told you that before you passed away, I still think of you and all that you did for me often,

Shaz x



Dear Junor,

I adore you. I'm so glad you, Mel and Lois are happy, you're a beautiful family and I love you all forever, I know our relationship has been complicated but your friendship means so much to me, more than you'd ever know,

Shaz x



Dear Terry,

You're brilliant, flawed but brilliant. Don't ever change,

Shaz x



Dear Graham,

I have no idea why you stick around, you could do so, so much better. I love you,

Shaz x



Dear Matt and Alan,

God you make me laugh, best neighbours ever Oh, and thanks for the kettle!

Shaz x



Dear Birth Mother,

Stop bloody drinking ffs, you're killing us all,

Sharon.



Dear Kevin,

Get treatment for your gambling addiction, you're hurting every single person around you from your own mother to your own children. Please just do it, for the kids if not yourself

Shaz x



Dear Daniel,

Please leave me alone, I don't want to be your friend, you're a pompous, snobby tit who treats your girlfriend(s) like s***. You're the worst mistake I ever made and I would never go near you again so stop f***ing asking. Stop emailing me, stop texting me, stop lying about me. Go away.

Sharon.


Dear Robert,

I don't know,

Love Shaz x

Dear Jenny, I realise your one of my friends along with others even if it's not a large number of people that's okay with me..


Sincerely, ProfessorX

Oh, I'll be getting back to you message wise..

Dear Nameless Dude At Nameless Store

Hello, how are you? Still harassing people with your sub-par chronological skills? Still don't realise if something has age limit, you ask for ID first, then get them to pay the cash?

Anyways, I just want you to know I would sue you ASAP if I knew your name, but I am kind of happy that I don't, because your name would most likely just remind me of your ugly face everytime I hear it, which would totally destroy my life even more than it already is.

Thank you for not listening to logic.
Have a most crappy life.
-Abe

Dear Life
Why must you f*** with me?
Whose perfect plaything was I made to be….a sad little doll with a cockeyed bow for all the others to laugh at
Give me a beautiful mind and a timid voice that can’t speak it
An angel soft soul and a cold face so others can’t see it
Trying so hard to find comfort with a God whose words come in metaphors I can’t understand
Family tries to help but only puts my failures in a frame

Dear Best Friend I ever had
I don’t know what I did to deserve you and you’d never know it
But you saved my life and I’ll always love you girl even if I could never show it
I’m sorry for all I ever put you through you’ve no idea how much I needed you
You could’ve been class favorite, perfect, who everyone wanted to be
But somehow god, fate, whatever put you there for me
How I could’ve messed that up, only I could do
Always felt like an outsider, not a friend even to my friends, except with you I always knew
Didn’t expect a favor, no using me, confusing me, or dumping me with the first opportunity
Others took you from me, and I hope your life’s better for it
Cause God knows you deserve it

Dear Old School
I spent so many years hating and fearing you all for what you did to me
Many more understanding why, and forgiving you for relentlessly trying to mold a brick stuck in clay
A few trying to study you and learn your ways
But, today you finally told me you were terrified of me all along
I was different, and it scared you. Everything else that came out of your mouths, hiding the truth you were afraid to say. With age came bigger things to fear, looking at me with new eyes. An oddity to accept, a little late in the day
The idea of my true place, the truth in opposites

Dear First/Only boyfriend I’ve ever had
I’m sorry I wasn’t what I pretended to be
I’m so used to the game of life I forgot I shouldn’t always play
With your feelings I didn’t mean to hurt you or mislead
You were so patient and good to me I forgot about your needs
See you around and I don’t know what to say
I understand why you ended it and I don’t blame you at all
Know its all my fault, my coy was actually clueless, and I hope you’re happy now
Want to say Im sorry but I don’t know how

Dear work
How am I supposed to know what I’m doing wrong if you never say
Silence while I’m here, whispers and looks while I’m away
Thought I was doing well, wasting my time if I saw it the wrong way
I know most people don’t like to hear their mistakes
But I’m messing up more and more every day, the same mistakes I don’t recognize
Crystal clear to my associates, my words on deaf ears
My friends secret conspirators my words fodder for amusement
Done nothing to deserve this treatment why can’t you just accept
How am I the one that wrong when its you that causes pain
Try so hard to force me to be who you are
Turn the mirrors to my soul, silent smirking face
Why is this your way, what I should be
Call me unfeeling, but it’s you who feels so cold to me
Call me rude or insolent, but make me feel so insignificant
Beat down my strengths and stomp on all my pride

Life why must you f*** with me I’m too tired to play


Dear anonymous facebook “crush”
I don’t know who you are
You claim to be an old acquaintance from high school, or freshman year
a careless prank not a chance, words easily recognizable…so simple but so rare so sincere
From those days I remember only pain
Any hints of flirting tied to bets, my emotions a cruel game
But maybe I could be so blind, a shyer truth I failed to see
A quiet soul, empty compliments absent. A listening ear and a shoulder to lean on, left
Absent and unused. Feeling so ignored, faulty mind the one doing the ignoring
Perhaps truly a gift from a brother, tired of pretending your sis is with her friends
Always the superstar, the center, exuding confidence and poise, who everyone wants to be
But still somehow the only one who truly emphasizes with your closest opposite
being so alone its like there’s nothing to hold onto
Whoever you are, thank you

Dear Mr. Scheving

Sorry for being a pervert. Really sorry *hug*

_________________
I'm a writer, not a fighter and my pen is always loaded.

Magnús Scheving is my Icelandic rose

Dear All WP friends, yes it's true that I have my difficulties whether it's writing pm's on a consistent basis or maintaining my emotional welfare and my social skills need updating but, I'm glad to have people whom really act like friends not, just pretend to be and all..


Sincerely,
ProfessorX

Dear GoonSquad,

You sir, are a liar.

Your brain,

Smarty

Dear Dhp,

Ha! I have found you at last! I await your return real soon. We will play such wonderful games, and I am so looking forward to play them; we will watch your home movies and laugh at the silly parts, the mistakes that you made, and the bad judgments that you have made from them! You lazy, depressed sloth! lol Don't worry, your peers are all here, and they want to watch too! Upon then, we will travel to a wonderful place and watch people fighting each other! Ah...but the details I shall hide for now. Till then, stay healthy...lol...I will see you soon!

King Minos from Hell.

Dear i_w_b,

I wish that those events had never occurred, and that I could of been the one who controlled things. But I am weak. I have no say against fate. I tried my best, but it did not change any outcomes. You failed because I failed, but I failed because I was meant to. I'm sorry. I am to blame. You are alone now. You have no friends, you have no life, and it's due only to my inability to control the things which mattered. I know that all the effort in trying to go on despite immeasurable burdens, has only caused further damage. I know that you are fragile, but good. I guess hope meant very little. I know it is a lonely and desolate place you find yourself in now. Again, I'm sorry. Again I don't blame you for falling apart in the way that you did. I really don't know how anyone else would have coped with such burdens, but I don't hold any regrets over your behaviour. I wish I could change it all, but I can't.

<Me>

I'm sorry life seems so bleak at the moment, i_wanna_blue. Please don't give up on yourself just yet- you're still very young, and things WILL change. I don't believe in "fate"- sometimes bad things happen that we can't control, but that doesn't mean that we're weak or fated to always be unhappy. You DO have a life and I'm sure there are people who care about you, too, so keep fighting to make things better, ok? Jenny

Thank you jenny. Sometimes I feel that I am fighting a lost cause though. Again thank you for showing concern.

Why do you think you're fighting a lost cause, i_wanna_blue?

It's very difficult to explain jenny, I guess you have to be me to truly understand. There are just circumstances in my life which I have no control but still affect me, usually in a negative way.

Dear CockneyRebel,

You are a very brave person. I remember the week that you've stopped spiking your hair with hard green gel and hung up your leather biker jacket. The week that you've suddenly started listening to The Kinks on YouTube. You told your mum that you got a decent haircut and that you were listening to old music. I remember how you thought that you could make up for lost time, by listening to The Kinks, all day and all of the night. You tried to sugar coat the truth by walking around, looking like a Pearly King. Now you're dressing somewhat like The Kinks did in the 60s, and you look better in cotton and ruffles, than you do in studded black and sequins. Don't you ever slip back to the dark ages: 2007-2009.

CockneyRebel

Dear LoML

I don't know what to say to you, I miss you already. I don't know if you love me or hate me; I don't understand a thing about you, or me, or us. I think you might be out of my life forever and that thought scares me to death. I handle things badly, I've always been this way, I did try to explain but explaining's not my strong point. I know you're upset but don't know if that's my fault or not, I think it might be, but maybe I've got the wrong end of the stick again. I don't know when things went wrong, just that they went wrong. I don't know how to change it. I don't understand. I've never understood. I love you. I've always loved you. I don't think that'll ever change, even if you are just a memory.

Sharon x

ps Please, please look after yourself, I don't want anything to happen to you.

Dear Mum,

I've gone back to the big city, after the night that I've spent at the emergency ward, at the hospital. I was given the choice between staying at your place, or going back to my apartment. I chose the big city, because I feel that I get the acceptance that I need from the people, in the big city. Nobody puts me down for coming close to Mick Avory in the big city, like you did the time that I was first diagnosed with Psychotic Depression in the summer of 1998, at the age of 23. The funny thing is that I've changed to suit myself, for once in my life and you still didn't tell me how happy you are, for me.

I'll spend most of the time in the city, where I receive the acceptance that I crave on a day to day basis.

Your Flesh and Blood