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Dear H,
Thanks for being there for me these past few weeks. You've been a great support to me and helped me through a lot of things.

I hope things go well for you. You deserve every happiness life has to offer.

I'm very lucky to be able to call you my friend.


<3
Me.

A very appropriate 1st post. :)
 
To the one

I know we have had our ups and downs. I realize now that I expected too much of you and I did not accept my many flaws. I am deeply sorry and I regret how I treated you.

Now it's too late. You are dating a guy you don't love; he just happens to be on a short leash. Even though you have accepted that you are bisexual, and you understand now what I went through, I know that you won't let him go until you are sure I still want you.

I am too proud to tell you all of this to your face...or even come out publicly about my sexuality. I guess we'll be glancing at each other from a distance. Both miserable and love starved.

The love I feel for you is all inclusive (friend, fellow same sex attracted individual, romantic). But if we were to hold hands down the street, it would not make sense to anybody but us. :(
 
Princess,

I still want you and I can't figure out why.. Its been 3 months since we first hooked up and all the fuck arounds with your ex's and my random hookups and we still can't manage to pin point where we stand with each other.. And I still can't get over you.

I hate that we can't be in a room alone, or with one other person without jumping each other, because it just ends up messing me up a little more each time cause I don't know where I stand with you and it really is tearing me up inside.

I still can't pinpoint why I'm so attracted to you.. But I am.

I'm scared because I'm starting to get to the point close to a relapse, where I'm so confused and hurting so much that I just don't want to feel anything anymore. And I know only one thing that will do that.

I know I can't go back there..

Right now I'd love nothing more than to curl up with you and just snuggle.. Oh and to know where I fucking stand.

~Talie
 
The one who has my heart right now

After friday i dont think im going to come out anymore
because even though we have set our boundaries, you know that i still want you...You know this
and yet you still let them be all over you infront of me...WHY
why do you hurt me so much
im broken, and trying to fix myself so that one day you might turn and see the girl you want to be with...and maybe put those last few pieces back in their place...or will it be too late? and you will just see the back of me as i finally realise that im stupid and i walk away?

I keep all your secrets, I know all your fears, im there to hold you when your upset, ive given up so much time and effort just to see you smile.

why? cause i think i love you...im afraid of that word, so feel special.....cause i dont say it to anyone..

I just wish you would realise..im dying here and you're the only one who can save me..

i love you...
 
Dear Family,

I'm a lesbian. I know you would be ok with it if I told you, but I can't find the words. I don't know why. Maybe some day.

D
 
Dear Princess,

4 days have past since our big talk on saturday night, and I'm still not any less confused with where I stand. While you didn't have to message me to cheer me up cause my best friend told you I was still upset, I do appreciate it and it did cheer me up.

But I still want to know where I stand with you, because at the moment I don't know if I'm chasing after you aimlessly or I have a chance...

You might find that if you don't let me know, but the time you finally do get around to telling me I'll be in the arms of someone else..

And I really don't want to do that, because I know how much it hurts.

At the moment I just feel numb again, and I want to know what the hell is going on.

~Talie
 
Dear _____,

I'm over 2000km from what I thought were my triggers that reminded me of you.

This is the most contact that I have had with my family since you were taken from this world those few years ago. Lately I have been seeing my bitch sisters crazy control over her BF and my parents now rocky relationship. Mum has become an alcoholic that gambles her life away and stresses my father to breaking point.

Seeing such crappy relationships has made me think back to us. You were always there, always accepting, always understanding, never controlling and certainly never crazy! Everything was OK, even when it shouldn't have been. There was nothing but love and smiles.

We were in our partying prime, I had access to every illegal substance that you could ever want and still the real fun was being snuggled up on the couch, all alone with you. You were more entertainment than any party or pill could ever be! I was more than happy to turn the boys down, weekend after weekend, just to stay in your arms. I know you wouldn't have even cared if I did go out, but no man in their right mind would turn down any night with a beautiful girl like you.

I learned so much from you. The main thing being that true love is oh so possible, yet hard to come by.

Maybe you were a lesson in life and I can move on. I truly thought I had moved on.

I no longer hide in a haze of depressants, I'm the fittest and most mentally healthy that I have been since your funeral. You taught me to focus any anger I had into my music and I would love for you to see how that has developed my talents.

I hope to one day find another you. I remember our conversation about moving on if one of us ever happened to die. Being the thrill seeker that I was, I just never thought that I'd be the one left with the option. Fuck, I should be dead 10 times over from cars and motorbikes!

Only this year have I felt right in moving on, but with all the bad shit that I see in other relationships, I just don't know if I truly will ever get to where we once were.

I'm sorry for working 6 12hr days a week in early 2007. I thought the money could have set us up to live very comfortably and payed for a nice holiday. If I stuck to my normal hours we would have been fucking in the spa instead of me working and you crashing your car on the way to see friends. I'm also sorry that I didn't tie rocky up the day that he got out, but hope he is now your companion in the after life.

I will never forget you bub <3
 
dear little brother, i wish you hadn't taken your life last night...
there is a big gaping hole in my world right now
and my head is plagued with things that i never said to you..
i love you...
 
b,

I have to say that getting over you is about as discombobulating as falling for you was.... and every day this emptiness just grows larger and colder and feels less like home. but this is the only way forward, so on I go, minus the spring in my step that you used to give me....argh
 
Dear green eyes,

The first day I saw you, I knew things were going to change.
The last day I saw you, I knew things were going to change.
There's something about you that, first, made me want you.
That turned quickly into something that makes me need you.
Everything reminds me of you. Everyone tells me to let go.
I threw it all away and now you want me back.
You made me wait one year for your love, and now I love someone else.
As soon as I saw you yesterday I knew I still love you.
I can't help but wonder how I'll ever live my life without you again.
It makes me literally sick to my stomach to think of losing you, green eyes.
Let's give this a second try. I need one more try.
I'm looking into your eyes, you're staring at mine.
Water.
This time, please stay, green eyes.
 
I know this thread is a little old (I didn't see it in the recent threads pages of SLR), but I really wanted to write a letter to a buddy of mine:

Dear friend,

I want to start by saying that I had some great times with you, some of the greatest in my life, especially when it came to our psychedelic endeavors. It was time spent tripping, laughing, making no sense at all. It seemed that your only intentions in life were to save up enough money to make the next concert or festival a blast. I felt like I knew you enough that I could proclaim that you had no dark side, no ulterior motives. But seldom does someone lack secrets, memories, or experiences that they wish never happened and pray never become exposed.

Now, you stand accused of a heinous crime. I have to admit that my instinct tells me you are guilty. While I do believe in extenuating circumstances and that wrongful prosecutions and convictions certainly occur, I think you were in the wrong with this one. I hope that as more evidence (or a lack thereof) begins to surface that I can eat my words and that I can feel guilty for forming the opinions that I did. But I don’t think anyone other than you will know what really happened.

As for the crime, I can only hazard a guess that it produced a short-lived thrill inside of you that has long since fleeted away into oblivion. As for the punishment, I know the worst of it won’t come from the time lost in a prison cell, from the beatings and harassment you’ll probably receive from the inmates and guards, or from the record that will accompany you for the rest of your days. The worst punishment will come from your own heart as it doles out wave after wave of regret, guilt, and embarrassment. You can get through the time in the pen, your bones and bruises will heal, and you can deal with the record, but dealing with your heart will not be easy.

My forgiveness has little relevance. Receiving forgiveness from your victims is paramount, but I’m sure you realize that the chance for forgiveness will likely never come. Even if the chance arises, they probably wouldn’t grant you forgiveness. And as far as forgiving yourself, I don’t know if you can or if you should even try.

I don’t think I can support you in a more tangible way. I don’t know how I could or if it would help anyway. And I know that I don’t and could never support your actions. “Escaping” must be a thought you are thinking of as living right now must be torture. The only support I can offer with regards to this is that if you do yourself in, you will only hurt more people and hurt people more. There would be no justice for your victims, and none of your loved ones or your past, present, or future friends would ever get to see your smile or feel the warmth and calmness that you were known to radiate.

I don’t think I will ever see you again. I don’t know how I would react if I did. But I would want you to know that nothing can take away the good memories that I have of you and the excellent experiences we created and shared together. If I did meet you again, I don’t think I would smile or feel happy. I don’t know if I could continue to be your friend because I know you wouldn’t be the same person I once knew. But I would give you a hug, shake your hand, tell you that nothing can change the good times that we shared, and then wave goodbye. Maybe you can move away once you get out and start fresh while taking to heart the lessons you have learned from the ordeal. However, your life will never be the same.

I wish you the best. Well, at least avoidance of the worst,

B
 
Dear Chingy & The Gunnaz,

I'm glad that you have faded into obscurity and are likely sucking dick for coke and or Argo, but I reaaaallllllllly wish that that you would have imploded in a supernova of horrific commercial
rap wackness and taken out all sucka MCs with you. Even though that one Fiddy Sent song "Ah Whup Ya Head Boi" wuz kinda funny.

Sincerely,

ARFWHAAFSTDS

(A Rap Fan Who Has an Affinity For Shit That Doesn't Suck)
 
Dear xxxx,

What? You used to do WHAT before you did what you are doing now? Sure, what you're doing now might be legal and it's a dubious improvement, but for fuck's sake. You are not an original thinker, merely a fanboy.

From briefly knowing you and being absorbed into your world, you made me realize that I am more sane and grounded than I previously thought. You thought my friends didn't like you and that I was 'sucking out your energy'. Well, that isn't accurate. We all liked you and we wanted you to feel at home here. It was more like you were sucking out mine. Today the exhaustion of what you put yourself through on a day-to-day basis finally sunk in.

Don't like living with a roommate double your age who wants you to stick it in her? MOVE.
Don't like getting your truck repeatedly towed/impounded? DON'T PARK IT IN PLACES WHERE IT WILL BE.
Don't like not having any money? MAKE SOME.
Don't like feeling marginalized for your ideas? COME UP WITH SOMETHING NEW.
Don't like the fact you attract the 'wrong people'? DON'T FUCK IT UP WITH THE RIGHT ONES.
Don't like overdraft fees? STOP OVERDRAWING YOUR ACCOUNT.
Don't like that people don't understand your work? MAKE IT MORE ACCESSIBLE.
Don't like the way people respond to your blog? STOP BEING AN ASSHOLE.

You are responsible for your own situation. I know. I've been there. I'm there now in a way. But there is not a way in any universe, conceivable or otherwise, that I could ever be as batshit insane as you.
 
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