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Dear Miss All-That,

Of course I understand that I am not perfect! You didn't have to shout it out in front of our co-workers, as it only made you look like a jealous child throwing a tantrum.

Besides, I don't have to be perfect; I just have to make fewer mistakes than anyone else. Your presence has made this even easier to accomplish. Thank you for "Lowering the Bar".

Sincerely,

Fnord

Dear Japanese and Korean Boy-Bands,

That blond dye-job makes you look ridiculous. So does the women's make-up.

Sincerely,

Fnord

Dear Japanese and Korean Girl-Bands,

You look like a bunch of 11-year old children trying to pass for 21-year old women, and you look ridiculous for it.

Sincerely,

Fnord

To everyone who ever thought I was just an arrogant prick with an superiority complex

Guess what, you were wrong. You burned a witch that wasn't actually there. You all thought that I thought I was so special just because I was top of the class in grade school. I just wanted to be normal and that hurt me even more. I guess you win, because being top of the class didn't do me any damn favors. Now I'm crippled and you get to live your comfy lives on rails. I won't even be finishing college now because I feel so damn inadequate to continue, feel like I have to join the military because all I've ever been good at was following directions.

-Feyokien

Dear mother,

I'm sorry I ever did anything to hurt you, and I'm glad we're on good terms again. You gave me life.

Dear BJ,

You told me that I need to talk to someone when we were butting heads one of the nights leading up to Christmas. I don't want you to mention anything else about Langley Mental Health because for the 100th time, they will not take me. You say that I can't talk to the nurses who volunteer at the soup kitchen for 10 minutes at a time. You ask me if I can talk to my mum about my problems. I think you really don't get it. I don't want to talk to my mum about the fact that I'm transgendered. No same sex parent wants to hear that from their same sex child. I don't need to have any more guilt laid on me about not wanting to face the fact that I'm not my preferred gender. You also told me that Teresa should talk to her mum about the possibility that she might be pregnant. No mother in their right mind wants to hear that her mentally ill slacker daughter is pregnant.

The one who might seem miserable, only because they have Mick Avory's neutral looking face.

You can't tell my mood just by looking at my face. I'm not normal, remember?

Dear Mum,

Please don't hate me because I'm different. Your best friend might be transgendered.

Mick

Dear girl who decided to disappear from my life with no warning;

I hope you know I'm missing you every day, and I'm waiting and hoping you come back like an abandoned puppy. Please don't just leave me without a word. I'd kill just to hear you're alive and maybe you'll say hi again someday. I know it's scary, but please, try for me.

-Love, your friend who calls you treehugger.

Dear Football Freak,

How does it feel to be in jail? You didn't have to hit her. She was only laughing at your team's loss, and it was only a game after all.

Now you'll likely lose your job, your home, your car, and your life's savings. You will be forever known among your family and friends (if you still have any, that is) as "That guy who put that girl in the hospital". Lucky for you she only needs stitches ... and maybe some corrective rhinoplasty ... and some emotional therapy.

Now how are you going to pay your alimony? And why did your wife divorce you in the first place?

Go Patriots!

Sincerely,

Fnord

Dear Guy In the New Wilmington Park:

I saw you and your boys at the park last summer. I don't know if you noticed me. You were pretty engaged in what you were doing, and I was just one more mom trying to take a pack of little ones to the park and not let anyone get seriously hurt or gravely irritated.

My middle two ran around with your younger son. I doubt you remember, unless you happened to notice that they were very loud, moved very fast, and got hollered at to "Quit that!" "Keep your hands to yourself!" and "Take it EASY!" more than the other kids. Or that I used more middle names than all the other parents in the park, combined.

I watched you, though, because you were with your older son at all times. He hung back. He moved like he had to think about where his arms and legs were. He didn't look at anyone. He followed, but didn't engage. Didn't even attempt it. He didn't speak.

I watched you, when I wasn't looking at my kids, for three and a half hours. I guess because I'm a little bit like your older son. Or because I was having a really sh***y day, and watching your family gave me hope.

I never saw you drag him off the playground. I never saw you drag him onto the playground. I never saw you try to coerce, cajole, or otherwise manipulate him into doing what the other kids were doing, or doing it with the other kids. I never saw you behave as if you were ashamed of him. I never saw you completely give in when he tried to do something unreasonably dangerous to himself or someone else. I never saw you lose any more track of your other kid than I lost of mine.

I heard you speak to another child. He wanted to know what was wrong with your older son. You said, "He hasn't learned to talk yet, that's all." You said it very offhandedly.

I never saw another parent approach you. I don't know if that's because you were busy, because they were shy, or because they were thinking about "different cooties."

I didn't approach you because you looked busy and I'm shy. I wanted to, though. I wish I had. You have stayed with me.

I want you to know that I think you were doing a pretty damned good job, that day last summer in the park.

Sometimes I need someone to tell me that. So I want you to know.

Sincerely,
That Woman With All Those Kids

Dear mod on some other community,

Thanks a ton. Your impressive story about the major players in that social thread has made me want to write my own fantasy story for it.

Love,
A New Fan of Your Writing

Dear you,

You probably play too cautiously to win at poker. To the victor.. the spoils.

From,
Resigned

dear a former obsession:

i spoke to an ex of yours, as i have been doing increasingly.

remember when you told me that if you caught me smoking, you would be very disappointed in me? i lived up to that. not that it had anything to do with you. i don't like the taste of cigarettes anyway.

welll...soooo....how's that drug addiction going? you still jumping from guy to guy, right? do i have sympathy for you? should i?

if only i could change my signature. you are elon'ed.

- ani

Dear Younger self

I know things are not easy,but you know what we still survived, we may have lost a faith in people along the way but it will get better. I know out there is a haven, you are not alone in your existence,just hang on a little longer. The darkest hour is always just before the dawn.

Sincerely Yours
Your future self.