Music Box

Dear Money Tree,

Could you start sproutin' some dollah bills? I really, really, really need to catch up with my bills.

Alighieri

Dear You,

Does me not responding to you not give you any signs? You keep sending me messages, coming onto me, and I haven't responded. Yet, you CONTINUE messaging me. I'm trying my best not to be an asshole to you, but you just don't seem to get it. I AM NOT INTERESTED, leave me ALONE! If you keep talking to me, I'm just going to tell you NO.

(P.S. this is not directed towards anybody on EvBoard)

Raskull

Dear You,

For some reason I can't stop thinking about you and worrying what you're going to do next. My empathy keeps me from tearing at you like I feel I should. I don't want us to be strangers. I just want us to be... farther apart... In reality, you have fucked with my head more then any one person has been able to in years. Bravo dear. Now if you don't mind I'd really like to put my shit back together before you take more shots at me. I don't hate you. But I can't see you and I don't want to talk to you.

Sincerely,
Your Stranger.

Phoenix Fires

Dear you,

You brighten up my day I can't get the song out of my head either!

Me!

Elizabeth.

DEAR FUCKING PHONE WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? WHY WON'T YOU STAY LOCKED? WHY THA FUCK DID YOU STAY CHARGED FOR LESS THAN 24 HOURS TODAY? I WASN'T EVEN USING WI-FI YOU SON OF A BITCH YOU'RE ONLY 7 MONTHS OLD FOR FUCK'S SAKE, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU???

fml

Fredward

I feel the same way about my Blackberry, fucking thing shut down yesterday and it was fully fucking charged! And I can't download Kik, stoopit RIM.


Dear you,

Kindly go die somewhere. One crush is more than enough. And that other crush? Yeah you can go die too.

Alighieri

Dear Mom,

Music Box

Dear You,

I think you need to spend some time in therapy. You should spend less time thinking you know what's best for others and worry about what's best for you. Your nose couldn't be more brown if you colored it with a crayola marker. Why is it that you're completely sane and normal when someone of "authority" is around, but once they're gone you couldn't say more crude things? I'm personally tired and offended. It's been a while since I had to deal with the problem, but I guess some things never change over time. I'm uncomfortable around you. It's not my fault. It's not your behavioral problem. It's just you.

At least I'm the same person around everybody, and I don't make people feel uncomfortable.



Dear Josh,

I love you, I really do. But I don't want to hang around you and your kid friends. I'm not into music. My heart used to be into it, but it's just not anymore. Music brings back too much that I'm trying to put behind me and when I'm ready to face it again, I will. But I'm not into this. This is not what I'm going to do. I don't have time to be in bands and help you guys. I need two jobs asap. I just don't have the time. Plus, you're a Christian kid in a Christian band and that just suffocates me. I hate not being able to be myself in my free time. I'm sorry. I love you, you're my cousin. But I just can't do this right now.



Dear Roomie,

Some things I get where you're coming from. Others I don't. You said you were waiting for the right time to bring up Chris moving in. You think the right time is a month after he's already been there? I hate to tell you, but this relationship you have with him is probably not going to work out. You wont even at least be receptive to the fact that he understands you have insecurities and he's trying to help you break your walls down. You just keep pushing and pushing and pushing him away. He's not going to stay and pet your little head forever.
You try to say that you don't do or say anything so that people will feel sorry for you. Um. I don't see you doing anything to try and change what's going on. You have insurance. You can go to the doctor. Stop throwing up and eating ex-lax like candy. I'm sick of this shit. I know people have real problems with this shit, and you don't. It's habit. It's addiction. You need to grow up. Anyone with that problem, (I'm not sorry) needs to grow up and go to therapy. There's no sense it hurting yourself to look a certain way to fit someone else's standards or the unrealistic standards you've set for yourself because of someone else. Go to therapy. Go to counseling. You have the means and capability to do it and you can recommend it to someone else, but you wont do shit for yourself. This is your damn health and you've pushed it to life or death and you're going to fucking die if you don't get your body fixed. Is that what you want?! You're being selfish!
I'm tired of spending money on you for food and you not eating it and then you telling me I don't buy groceries for you. I'm tired of you wasting food that I could be eating, since I'm not allowed to eat what you and your bf buy even though I'm broke as piss right now. I've been starving & watching food "you're going to eat" just rot in the fridge.
As a matter of fact I'm just over all this, all the drama that comes with you. You don't want to do anything to help yourself, and you continue to cry about the negative attention you're getting for people. There's a reason for it. I'm moving out, asap. As soon as I figure out how to tell you. I don't want to lose you as a friend, but at the same time, I don't quite give a damn. I've done nothing but backtrack since I moved in with you. I've been working my ass off and I've just sat and watched you do nothing because your mom's going to give you money regardless. I'm tired of that shit. I'm an independent person. I'm no longer a co-dependent person anymore. I can't handle this shit. This, constantly needing a boyfriend, taking money off your mom, when shit isn't going your way you have "anxieties" I JUST CAN'T BREATHE ANYMORE!



Dear Katie,

I love you, so much. You make me so incredibly happy. You take me completely as I am, always. You never change, you're unwavering. You're always here for me, and you're the best thing for me. You give me freedom and commitment. I'm tied down yet the shackles are off. I can do whatever I want, talk to whoever I want, be whatever person I want to be and it's all 100% okay with you. You're honest with me. You don't lie to me AT ALL. You're blunt with me, but you know how to not hurt my feelings. When I'm upset or frustrated with you, you always completely understand it. You talk with me about it. When I try to say I'm sorry, you tell me to stick to my guns and be mad at me because it was your fault and you did do something wrong. That amazes me. You let me know when I do something wrong too, and I never have a problem admitting fault to you, because you do the same for me. I guess I'm just saying that I'm so grateful for you and the fact that you're in my life. You're the most amazing and stellar woman I have ever met in my entire life. I've said that before, and meant it at the time. But do I ever mean it now. You're more right for me in age, maturity, interests, personality, and desires than anyone I have ever been with.

I really hope we can make this work. We do a pretty damn good job at it as it is. Let's keep going. I want to watch my future just open up with you. I'm loving every second of it.

<3

Dear You,

You really need to improve your people skills, and maybe take serious interest in someone else's life every once in a while. It was kinda rude of you. I don't feel like it much matters at all to you, which really, doesn't matter to me. Fact of the matter is, I do make the effort. Which is more than I can say for you, really.

Dear You,

I think you have a multiple personality disorder. The suspicion being that he was a lie. If that's true, you might as well just leave right now and then not come back again. The whole situation was just so vague, I want answers.

Raskull

Dear you,

I don't know what to tell you. Thinking about you makes me sick. Mostly because some fucked up part of me still loves you. A lot of time has passed. A lot of what was once me has as well. There's not much I can tell you. And not much I will. There is no room and you are wrong if you believe I will force myself in. I will keep walking down the hall. There are more doors for me.

--Me



Dear you,

That fucking hurt. I didn't want things to be this way. I wish I could help it but I can't. Perhaps in some time things will be different. But you kind of blew the future out of the water. I know what I did was a bit shitty. I didn't mean to hurt you. I did it because I needed to for both of us. Do you think that I didn't think about you? I didn't want to talk to you. Because I can't stand conversations with you anymore. So what you said in the first time I hear from you in a while and the way you said it tore me up. I was already down. You didn't need to spit on me.

- Your Stone.



Dear you,

You are a life savor. The walls felt like they were caving in and I was going to be buried alive. But along you come and make me realize that it's okay and I'm okay. It's funny how badly I needed to hear that. Thank you. A million times thank you for saying it. And thank you for being the one to say it. Thank you for taking the time despite your own problems to lend me a hand. I love you. You rock.

Sincerely,
A friend

Undead Pygmy

To my Scorpio lady,

The answer is, and always will be, yes.

Love, your little Virgo.


Dear you,

I know you have anxiety. I know you're having issues with parents. But running away from the situation is not gonna do ANYTHING. You complain all the damn time and while I completely understand (because I despise myself too), you're also driving me mad. I'm enjoying your company while you find a place, but I wish you were a night owl like me. xD I'm not used to having to turn off the lights by 11. It's a foreign concept.


Love, me