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Dearest Darling..

You can't have it both ways, yet you keep trying.

I'm not a posey, I actually want to live a life of my own, outside of a gilded cage, oddly enough... I don't want to live my life as an accessory to yours, I couldn't give a damn about STUFF, things that will crumble and rot, I couldn't care less if I drive a banger, or live in a shoebox!! You are empty, all you really have are things, and the ability to acquire more things and what a surprise... I actually don't want any of them... I wont be bought, or blackmailed, or bullied. I don't want Anything that you have. I don't actually believe that you were as ill as you let on, I think you will say anything to achieve any outcome that YOU are happy with.
Yes I actually would prefer the odds of scraping by for life, than to be your ornament, Shocking eh... In fairness how big is your feckin ego... You... are an out the door manipulative P*ick.

Me

Dear you:



I would love to know you, I mean really know you, and be ab
le to know what exactly do you wanted from me, that you could tell me that directly, but it is clear that isn't going to happen.

We can't be friends and that hurts because you know me better than any other people in the world, but I don't know YOU, and think I never will, you won't let me do it.

If we have to forget about each other and stop seeing each other


it is gonna hurt me even more, but probably that would be the best for all of us.

Sorry if I did something wrong, I didn't mean it.

Thank you for all this beautiful time.

And If this is the end, I gonna miss you for ever.

Me.

Dear you, KC

I'm not sorry for coming back, I had to try, I had to have closure. You were beginning to haunt my dreams. In the end you did unto me what I once did unto you so long ago. I don't blame you, whatever your reasons were, it is a fitting end. We probably wouldn't have made it anyways. You loved a husk and I loved an echo. Our encounter did not destroy me and now I'm even stronger because of it. Now I am free.

Dear neighbor who is shooting fireworks off at three in the morning,


You suck. Go to bed, d@mmit.

From,
Wide Awake

Dear you:

Even if you don't love anymore, i do love you, and i always will.

Me.

Dear you,

You suck, too.

Regards.
Me.

Dear you,

Are you being purposely oblivious? I think you color inside the lines because "that's how it's done." I do the same, but because it is soothing to me. If I want to add on, then who cares? But oh, no.... that's not how it's done...

Dear You,

Neener. Neener. Neener.

Fnord

Dear One,

You are right. I can turn and fight the s**t self-esteem, and the depression, and the PTSD. I can turn and fight those things and WIN.

The cost for that is that I am going to get very, very, very angry at you.

Because, whether you like it or not, you and yours were instrumental in giving me the goddamn PTSD, and the depression, and in exacerbating the s**t out of the low self-esteem until it became the driving force in my life.

You didn't do it alone, but it couldn't have happened without you.

If I turn and fight this, I don't want to hear another tirade about how I brought your actions on myself.

And if I do, I am going to TOTALLY. f*****g. LOSE IT.

I love you and understand where you are coming from and want to be kind to you and respectful of you.

So please, please, please stop asking me to fight the s**t self-esteem, and the depression, and the PTSD. Just let me live with it for the rest of my life. Let me lie down in it and accept that this is all that is left for me, please, because that's the easier road for both of us.

I would just really appreciate it if maybe you could show me tenderness, compassion, and understanding. You know, instead of berating me and ultimately discarding me for being broken. Because, though I know you did not mean for it to end like this, that's a hammer in your hands. And nary a nail in sight.

Love,
Me

Dear .......,

I wondered how and when the time of our friendship's end would come. I'm sad but I understand these things don't last. Perhaps that's why I'm afraid to make more connections. Your communication over these last few years has been a huge source of comfort. Thanks for being there for me for so long. I guess in time we all end up having to go in different directions. I wish I had more of an inclination towards the games and other things you liked so much. My fear of trying new things came in the way of that, I'm afraid. It was great realising another person valued me on some level, and I regret not having someone to talk to everyday. It's a pity we'll never get to kick a soccer ball around.

Cheers mate and if this is the end, know that to me you'll always be my friend.

i

Dear Tumor,

where are you located? Your rebellious cells that underwent rampant mitosis make up a person I loathe but I would be lying if I said I didn't feel slightly sorry for the Dumb Thumb now. How long has she been battling her very own self?

I'm more than a little curious. What type of cancer is it?

Dear you:

I'm glad that everything is right already, thank you because you love me just like i am.
And i'm glad that you are supporting me with my diagnosis and that i have my friend back wich is my husband too.

Thank you again.

Me.

Dear life,

Looks like you got to me again.
I'm not falling apart but I'm too tired to fight back, to make things right.

Exhausted

Mi ne povas lasi iri.

Hi Grandpa.

I miss you.

Love,
E