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dear life. i give up

Dear Nudist~ You look cheeky today http://thefump.com/fump.php?id=1264

Dear "loyal date"

You never call, because you have nothing to talk about, like your childhood, your religion, ect. Why am I the one who has to ring up every time? Have you called without leaveing a message? You have to now and then, because some other turd calls and hangs up just to piss people off. The turd did it over 8 times yesturday, which is why I have an answering machine. I'm going to leave more on your's in the future. At least for a while.

Why am I the only one shareing stories about my life, past, family and so forth?! I don't care how stupid you think it is! Why can't I meet your parents? Why not meet my Mom? Do you even give a fart? Are you being honest with me, or leading me around?

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Dear Uncle,

I vacillate between hating you more than any other person on the planet and wanting to forgive you for all the hurt you caused. I had good self-esteem but after years and years of seeing you shout at your son every time I did something well I slowly learned not every body is going to be happy for me in this world. Why can't you be happy when I do well, or encourage me when I show dedication to my special interests? Why do you instead have to become angry at your son and create comparison, competition and jealousy all the time? I have come to realize that your problem is pride, you are only happy when you are looking down on people and you can move them around like chess pieces. Well F**K you, I am never going to be as small as you want me to be so you can feel big. Seriously, F**K YOU for being angry when I do well and for gloating and putting me down when I don't.

My dad died more than ten years ago and nobody has ever had a bad word to say about him but you were always lukewarm -- whenever someone said something positive about him you would quickly interject and neutralize the praise. After years of tolerating it I said it out loud that my dad was great and that his brothers were not being nice because he was the first child. You became angry and for 3 years every time I met you you would have some BS story I'm sure you made up to try and prove yourself better than my dad. You didn't save him from drowning, my dad told me that story a dozen times and didn't even mention your name. Last time you told that story you even said it was a wrestling champion friend who saved him. Make your mind up you lying b*****d. And no my dad didn't sit in a car while you got out and beat up a bunch of guys -- even looking at you now I can see you're a skinny piece of s**t and my dad was twice as built. Even when he was 50 he picked up a twenty something year old and slammed him on the ground for swearing outside our house, so I don't believe you for one minute. Seriously F**K you for making BS up in front of your son to make you and him feel better than me and my dead dad.

I told you the things I loved and instead of encouraging me you suddenly became interested in it and went into a flurry of action just so you could boast yourself over me. You miserable piece of s**t. I will never forget the day you came and told me "oh he can't read a book in 2-3 hours, he's lazy, but look at what he has done, and how he has hundreds of friends and is loved by everyone". You are a cruel, cruel man. You taught me this horrible idea that people compete for love. I always felt secure and loved, but you ruined even that by introducing this nasty idea and gloating over me. I wish I had told you right there the words on my lips, "did you have to compete with your brothers for your mom and dads love and approval, is that why you are so bitter and competitive?" You have no idea how much you hurt me. Some day I will achieve something great and make you eat your words for that read a book comment -- my life revolves around my special interests, and you will see how all my efforts will pay off in the end. Your gloating hurt me but it will come around and hurt you back, just wait. And I will be humble about it, not like you.

Finally, stop copying my every f****g move. If you would stop encouraging your son to outdo other people and instead focus on being himself, he would find his own path in life that matches his own abilities, instead of turning into a f*****g clone of me. Seriously he even wants to study the same subject and pursue the same career as me now.... and I know it's because of competition and all the years of comparison. Don't tell me it's admiration or that I'm a role model. People don't become angry when their role model does well. People become angry when they have created a rivalry in their stupid head and feel outdone, and that's you.

Well guess what. I've deleted everyone in my family from facebook now and put them on a new account. I will update it once a year with a new picture or something. No more copying off me or competing with me, no more having to deal with your s**t. I have moved far away and don't even need to see your nasty face and those eyes which squint and become small when I do well at something. I will be happy and successful and will never let you demotivate, discourage, hurt, or gloat over me again. Go to hell. Sometimes I wish you had never come into my life, but now I hope you live long enough to see me become a success. Then you will know your discouragement and gloating did not have their intended effects of demotivating me from using my obvious talents.

The e-mail I wrote you a couple of weeks back thanking you for the times you were nice and apologizing if I ever did anything that made you angry, was the hardest e-mail I ever wrote. I wrote it to try and get this out my system and move on. I don't want or need a phony nice reply -- it will never compensate for ten years of knowing you and having to deal with your hurtful words and actions.

Sincerely,
Me

Dear the resident that annoys me.

Let me start by thanking you, for prooveing that you are indeed a "stupid b***h", as you paranoidly claim at random the rest of us call you, despite the fact we never spoke eye to eye oustide one single time. You go out to your friends and talk like your so tough, and that your quote "going to kick that b***h's ass", but can't bring yourself to poke any doorbell with a 50 foot pole for a year now!

I wander what horrible "b***h that need to get beat" sturred up your paranoid mind last time. I assume me, since your kids were scowling at my window while getting into that SUV/van combo you drive there. You talk so loud outside, that everyone in the square section gets updated on your "information" at 12AM. or 4 AM. in the morning. Thank GOD I sleep too deeply for that sometimes. This is where some of my brain damage has given me a blessing.

It's even better when your friends gossip trash talking things at your own personal parties. Their laughs can be heard all the way to the pizza store over there. The way you all talk sometimes, it sounds like you're haveing some vile brawl till someone laughs their butt off. Ok, you think so and so in number (whatever it was), is a petophile. Well gosh darn, now everyone for an 80 foot radious knows. In fact, we know you like to stand across the walk way from their apartment, and behind the metal bar guard... fence.. around the pool with your children right by your side! What a lovely family affair it must be, yelling cuss words, and nasty things on occasion, during the course of six months.

Why don't you do me a highly entertaining favore and go to the other side of our building, and yell at that bastard next door that likes to slap around his wife around! If you're the one tossing trash at my apartent all the time, please stop it! =.= You eat really nasty products, you know that? Just because you're ease dropping when I stumble across an ape documentary on the nature channel, which just HAPPENED to talk about Ape intellect being similar to a human's... *drums fingers* .... sigh....... doesn't mean you throw banana peels at us! I hate bananas with yellow stems.

v.v Green stems are clearly the best flavore of store bought banana! Yellow stem is dull, PERIOD. If you had to watch your father spoon eat a black, rotted... oh sorry, he called it "perfectly ripe" , and call it "tastey like pudding", you'd hate banana cream pie and yellow stem bananas to. Unless your digestive tract is as strange as his, which could be I suppose. STOP THROWING YOUR DAM USED FOOD OVER HERE! My home isn't your personal garbage can, and if you don't have one, GET ONE! Use the dumpster over there! It's only the walking length of a school bus and one dam car!

I don't give a dam if your mad about me being mad about the fact that you just left that infant inside the car with the door wide open, while you stupidly took the bag inside. TAKE THE BABY INSIDE FIRST, IDIOT! What you did is like a golden invitation saying "Here, take the baby. :B I don't care if a pit bull spontaniously had lunch on her corpse." ..... *drumbs fingers again*... . Hamburger helper sucks! I know. That doesn't mean you toss the box at someone's window.

Dear family member:

I want you to move out. Not in a few months, not when you find just the right place, not when you've saved up a few months' rent. Right now. There, I said it. I don't care that you don't want to live in S., even though eliminating the hour and a half commute to work every morning would probably solve a big part of your financial problem. I don't care that you don't want to live in a place without central air and a dish washer. My house doesn't have either of those things, either, but you don't seem to have a problem squatting in my guest room waiting for just the right place to come along.

I need space. I need time alone. I can't breathe right now. I hate coming home, knowing that there is no room in the house where I can safely relax without one of you walking into it. I hate cleaning up your messes. I hate that your teenaged son seems to think that my computer is his and lurks around my office door waiting for me to get up to go to the bathroom so he can take it over. He's paced through the kitchen four times in the last half-hour, glancing in at me and leaving. I hate that you make plans, tell me what they are, and then change them without telling me. I wait and wait for you to go do whatever you've announced you are going to spend the day doing, but you never leave. When I ask about it, you tell me, "Well, we're not in a hurry." I am. I want you gone so I can relax.

I have work to do. I'm supposed to be writing a thesis, but I don't have anywhere I can work without interruption. I cleaned up the front room and made it into an office so I would have a quiet, private place to work. I didn't clear it out so that you would have another part of the house to invade. Every time I walk in, one of you is in here. It doesn't matter if it's 2 pm or 2 am. Any time I want to use my office, I have to chase one of you out. It's not my fault that this is, purely by chance, the only room in the house that gets a wifi connection. I didn't plan it that way. It's also not my fault that you've downloaded so many viruses onto your own computer that it won't boot up. Stay off the freaking free movie and game sites when you're on mine! And stop moving my research materials around!

I hate hearing you whine about your boyfriend. Please grow up. You aren't sixteen, so stop acting as if you were. I really don't care that much about your relationship issues.

When you moved in this time, it was October. You said you'd be in your own place by December. December has now come and gone twice. I didn't ask you to move in. I have never asked you to stay. I am asking you to leave.

I love you and your son dearly. You are like a sister to me, but at 39 you really should be able to support yourself and your child. I don't think I'm doing you a favor any more.

Please leave.

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Dear Self,

What were you thinking? Did you really believe it would all work out? Even after everything you have experienced, still you hope for the best?

I guess facing more than one fear at a time, is a bit too much for you to handle at present. Let's see what tomorrow brings.


Me

To all mods here on Wrong Planet,

I am writing this request for me
to be a new mod here on Wrong Planet.

I don't know what I'll do here as a mod,
please allow me to think about this before I answer.

Best,
AnonymousAnonymous

Dear Self,

What to do now? I really feel you deserve to know what is truly wrong. Maybe in time an answer will come. It's been a very tough road, but I'm just glad you're still surviving, but for how long I'm not sure. I guess it doesn't help when people take a lot out of hurting you. I know you feel like you deserve it, for being made the way you are. I guess the one thing you can never escape is yourself. I know the constant put downs from people in real life, is a huge source of despair. I just hope you can survive what time is left. I know you won't give up, but maybe you should. Maybe giving in is better than fighting for something better. It's ok you if want to throw in the towel. You will never be regarded as a failure by anyone who truly knows the demons you have to face. Best of luck with whatever is left to endure...

Me.

Dear whatever


I'm done even trying to be equal, just to be your controled b***h. Why in God's name do I have to mold myself. It always fails, because I'm always a negative something to SOMEONE, whoes got to make it a huge "fix Lienda" thing. I am beyond tired being labeled as some ritch b***h (I'M NOT BY A LONG SHOT, and it stresses me out every day!!), people telling me that my reality isn't real, that my feelings are all made up s**t! I'M tired of all that s**t!! Beyond tired of that f*****g s**t! You want to tell me I'm full of s**t? Anyone else? Might as well get it off your chest now, while I'm in an extreme bad mood!