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Rich- I dont want you bringing you gf to my flat. She bullied me for years,theatned myself and alot of people who are important to me and made me feel like the most worthless peice of s**t every to walk the earth. And i dont want to have anything to do with you while you are with her cos shes turned you into a two faced lair Dont Ever bring her over agian!!
And while your at it...stop stealing from and lying to me! prick!! !! !
And by the way you DONT "love" her , you've ben dating for less than a week. pathetic!! !! !! !

mike- i really care for you but i cant be around you at the moment . sorry x

Taz- stay the f**k away from me you lying two faced cow!! !! And dont EVER try and hug me or call me "babe" ever agian,you touching me makes me feel so sick. i HATE you


Amy - i love you, so much please dont leave me <3 xxxxx

Gemma- stop with the emotinal blackmail,it dosent wash with me .

ami - please tell me things bewteen us are ok? i couldnt bare it if we stoped bieng friends xxxx

Elizabeth- im worried about you. please acepet my help hun xxx

sam- you are jugmental little b***h and cutting all ties with you was the best thing i ever did. How DARE you say im "pretending to be disabled to get money from the state"you have no idea how hard this past year has been for me!! ! Didnt bother you when you were on jsa and spending all your money on achool and drugs.
And i really dont think your in a postion to judge anybody elses parenting skills when you dump you son or your mother to go out on the piss every chance you get.
cant wait till you f**k off to manchester, and take your c**t of a boy friend with you i dont ever want to see either of you agian.


erik- im NOT sorry about what happend to you . after all the things you've done you deserve eveything you get.


* sorry for made laungue ,im just very angrey right now

Dear ______

Stop obsessing over your nervous breakdown. Get back what you can, and move on.

Stephen

Dear Characters (from my unwritten novel, comic book, mind, etc.)

I'm really sorry about everything I've been putting you through, especially you who had your legs crushed... But I made it up to you, right? No? Okay... And you, yeah, immortal and insane... sorry... And of course for all of you who were born to die young. Sorry.

Love,
Your creator


Dear Little Sister,

I AM NOT A CAT!

Love,
Your Older Sister (who is not a cat)



(To anybody who reads the letter to my sister, it's not a joke that you didn't understand, it's just that she has this weird obsessive thing where she calls me a cat, kitty, kitten, kitty meow-meow-meow-meow-meow, and hundreds of other variations. )

i did not want to hear your voice

I wrote stuff. I deleted stuff. Do I feel better? Probably not.

I hear that!





Dear You:

No. No. No. There are simply bridges that cannot be unburnt. Earth that cannot be unscorched, ground that cannot be unsalted. It's kind of insulting that you don't see that. You will always be in my life in some capacity, but you will have to abide by my rules.

Seething with rage and, surprisingly, a bit of pity,
Me

you were never my friend then, why do you want to be now

Dear C. L.,
I'm sorry you feel so insecure that you feel if the people in your self-admitted fully controlled universe you have made find out you were wrong your world will disintegrate. You illegally changed our verbal contract and overrode it with your written one. You did the one thing you promised you would never do. You lied to me and my husband. You lied about what you had done and slandered my good name. You extorted money from my family. Threatened me with legal action and financial attack. You attempted to entrap me. I did nothing but follow your suggestions, and your rules. I stuck to the new contract you thrust on me despite the fact that it ripped my heart from my chest. You evicted me from your universe without any reason rather than to protect your carefully constructed false self-image. You are not always being picked on and used. I did not take advantage of you. You took advantage of me. You saw me as nothing more than an income for over two years and howled when I turned off the tap.
I would like to warn you that what you did was illegal as well as immoral. Not everyone will let you get away with as much as I did. My attorney could have hammered you and taken your most beloved things away, but you wouldn't have blinked, you wouldn't admit to your wrongdoing.
You seem to me to be nothing more than a malignant narcissist. The one thing you yourself, you with your psychology "degree", have said is the true evil on earth.
I feel sorry for you because you have blinded yourself.
I hope your little perfect universe makes you very happy. There's a much bigger world out here waiting. Should you ever chose to admit that you are not perfect.
Finn's Mom

JR, JK, AK, CW -

I can never thank you enough.

- Me

Dear Mr. Travolta,

First, I'd like to offer my condolances for your son. I'm very sorry for your loss.

I'm a lady in her late 40's and yes I admit, I am a huge fan. When I was a picked on kid in high school, I was inspired by Welcome Back Kotter, because the outcasts were the heros of the show. The stars. I was encouraged when I was young and in grammar school, as we called it then, to see the person who would be most like me - and that would be Horshack - as friends with the cooler kids. Your show helped me more than you can ever know.

I started emulating Horshack - as much as a girl could - and was accepted, finally, into a group of friends. The first ones I ever had. I'm very thankful for that show.

A few years later, OMG as we say on the internet! The friends I had made by then, and I, watched Saturday Night Fever over and over on HBO. Those were the best nights, really. I do think back on that and actually, even though I had been bullied and pushed around, those were some of the best years of my life, for the closeness I had with my friends.

Imagine this, if you will, a group of teenage girls in those horrible fire retardant pajamas they sold back then with that "smell" to them, laying on a shag carpet on blankets in front of a floor model console RCA tv watching that movie. Mooning over you. Talking about who in our class could be this person or that person. With the windows open because it was late autum and still pretty warm. The train whistle and the clatter of the rails as it passed (we didn't live in a good neighborhood, they don't put tracks near them) being a sort of soothing sound to us all as we lay on the livingroom floor slowly falling into a sleep drugged by Dorito's, Coke, and homemade Rice Krispie Treats.

Flash to years later. One of those awkward girls is grown and married with children. She doesn't really like TV or movies but her husband is addicted to them. Now lets understand this girls mind for just one second please. She's not sure of herself. She never was. In school she was hurt and made fun of and talked about because she didn't act like the other kids. She made a group of friends by simply learning to mimic others. Can you guess who that girl is? Oh yeah, me.

Anyway, I was married with four kids then. My husband tolerated me well about my eccentricities. One nght I had gotten the kids to sleep and finally gotten tired of the books I was reading. Yes, books. I read a chapter or two of one, then I'll switch to another. So I walked downstairs to get another coke and maybe come back upstairs to try and get some sleep and my husband said as I was passing through the den "You have to see this movie". My answer was "I don't like movies, what is it?" He explained that it was Pulp Fiction and that I really had to watch it. That he knew I would get it.

I watched it, I got it, I fell in love!

Now I have three characters of yours fighting for my heart! (I can pretend Vincent Vega did not get shot in the bathroom thankyouverymuch!)

We loved that movie, and my husband tolerated my watching of that movie and listening to the soundtrack after he had stopped caring anything about either the movie or the music. It was an everynight must, after the kids went to bed. He would ask me "Can't we watch something else?" My answer would be "No, you know I don't like to watch movies I haven't seen!" (interpret that however you wish)

After that, a lot of things happened, not bad things, just things. Three of our children were in private school and it was time for the fourth to start and we couldn't afford it. So, we found a rural area with good public schools and sold the house and moved there.

I still wasn't watching movies or TV. I had all the friends I cared to have by then, and I still credit all that back to learning to emulate others, and a good group of friends. But, I digress.

Kids have grown, things have changed in my life. My oldest is now living with his crackhead (or whatever it is they do now) "babymama" and his daughter. My next oldest is about to graduate high school with honors and go to culinary school. She wants to be a pastry chef. Her inheritance from my Mother in Law will cover a restuarnt when that sad time happens when she passes. My other two kids are in high school and doing well. Very popular. With no effort to emulate anyone.

I think it's gone fairly well so far. My oldest may get some sense knocked into his head eventually. I pray so, anyway.

The point of this long letter, which because I'm not sending it so your staff can throw it out, is that Mr Travolta, I'm Autistic. Yessireebob, I surely am! I have Asperger Syndrome. I was diagnosed in my 40's. I learned a lot from the characters you played on screen and the other characters that were there with you. I patterned things from some of them, and many others.

Your characters meant a lot to me during my formative years, and actually helped shape my personality to this day. I can still do the Night Fever dance step by step, without practice. I was shocked that I still remembered it. My friend who is 10 years younger was going to a "disco night" party and asked if I could show her the steps. I said sure. I youtubed "Night Fever" and showed it to her right there, surprising even myself.

I suppose my absolute basic point is, and the reasong I'm not going to ever send this letter, because it would be just too horribly mean is this. I'm Autistic and you helped me just by being on a television screen for 22 minutes a week, or 90 minutes in a movie. Your son was with you every day. Could you not have given him any of that?

Truly, my condolances and I have had a Mass said for Jett.

Frances (another Italian surname that I will not put on the net)

Dear Charlene, April, Hilary, Jessica, Rowan, Nan, and Nime

I'm sorry for dropping off of the face of the earth. I understand if you don't want me back after neglecting you guys for so long. I needed time to work on my art alone and by the time I knew it, months had already passed. After taking such a long break from you guys, I actually don't want to you guys to take me back because I don't know if I'll subject you guys to that again. Once I finally confront that, I'll say my final farewell... Anyway, I'm glad you guys are doing good without me. Keep up the great work, guys!! I'm proud of having you guys as friends. Thank you for all the memories. Words can't even explain how thankful I am. Just thank you. Thank you. Thank you! Thank you!! ! I'll miss you guys. I really will.



Dear Kathy,

Oh gosh, I need to figure out when we can meet! I can't wait to see you again. We can be socially awkward buddies again like in high school, haha.

i don't stalk you. go away

-- That made me feel a lot better.

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dear "___"
Why is it so hard to visit with you now? It is not fair to me that ____ can talk about her feelings of loneliness but it is not okay for me to. is it possible because I rant about them...
i am trying hard to regulate and not to bbm you when I am dysregulated.
give me strength to get through this and find my way.
I accept: where I am right now, who I am right now. I am now, not then, not some paranoid place in my head.
I am now I am going to exercise and burn it off (hopefully)
ME

Dear Fitness Depot,

Stop putting Teresa type women in your flyers. The last person that I need to be reminded of is her.

Mick

To *******,

I know. Even with it going to my best possible abilities (perhaps 2 a year, but you were the one who always paid, who always would pay), I know that's still not enough for you (it's not enough for anyone, except someone just like me); I understand that you want to do the things that everyone else does (you're capable)--you said it all when you saw couples at the concert and felt lonely due to such. It's impossible to not miss you though, so please forgive me for any pain I show; I don't mean it for anything other than what it is, pain. I wish we could still talk, that I could still know you're safe and sound; I just wish (wishing is how it's always been though).

Daniel