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coela
To the doctor(s) it may concern,
you're a shitty writer. I bet you're a great doctor - that's very good.
It makes me happy that you put all this time and effort into making life easier for the elderly and sick.
Yeah ok, so you also get a lot of money and prestige out of it, but still, it's good.
However, as your proofreader & editor, I must inform you that your spelling is bad
and your style is a weird mix of colloquials and a Germanized, ridiculously formal academic tone.
Your grammar makes no sense at all. You do not know how to use a semicolon. You overuse parantheses.

Please, have a little trust in me. You may be a pillar of society and all, but it's not because of your quill skill.
Your articles do need some serious editing. I don't get a lot of money or status to do it for you, but still,
I'm an excellent editor. I don't do this primarily for YOU, but for the text itself, for the magazine,
for your readers, other doctors and nurses in your field.

I am not your little typist slave, and I am not your secretary either. I am the person who makes
your informative but badly written article readable. You should be thankful instead of being bitchy.
Get it? Thankful. Not Bitchy.

yours sincerely,
the editor
datagirl
Dear T,
I'm so sorry that we didn't work out.I could have really loved you.
I miss you and I know that I drank too much last night.I know that I have so many issues.I don't blame you for breaking it off with me.I will go into therapy.I will get mentally healthy again.I only hope that by the time I come out the other side it won't be too late.That maybe some day we can be together.I will never forget how happy you made me feel.
I do believe that I'm not a complete write off.It's just that my siblings were so mean to me in everyway growing up.You know all this.You know how it effected me because you got the brunt of my insane anger.
I don't think I would be able to handle me either.
I adored you.
Dataxxxxxx
Owl_Gang_Girl
Dear Moz,
Yep it's me again! I can tell you have some fairly strict rules that you impose upon yourself but you've never met a girl like me before. Rules are made to be broken. Take a chance and invite me over again tomorrow. I promise to make it worth your while.

A. Xx
falljackets
seriously? are you FUCKING kidding me? after making my week last week that you're finally stepping up to the plate and helping me since you see how well i'm doing with this job and that it's not my fault that the sales aren't happening, you FORGOT to mention it to the FUCKING accountant so she could PAY ME for it?????????

so i've been living my life all happy and carefree for the past week and a half thinking that everything is going to be fine and dandy and then i get a check that is a TENTH the size of the one i should have gotten???? i ask the accountant if she knew why and she says she hadn't heard a WORD about it.

this is such bullshit. i've had my doubts about you guys and i've been more than generous, giving you the benefit of the doubt, making excuses for you. but you've gone out of your way it seems, several times, to let me know that i'm not important to you.

you're so caught up in your own bullshit and i just don't understand how you could be so completely unaware and uncaring of how this is affecting me.

i shouldn't be sitting here crying over this right now. it's just not right.
pollystyrene
((fj))~*~*calm blue ocean vibes~*~*~
lunasol
Dear teeth,

Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease stop hurting. I need to be able to eat and talk and generally live my life. And I won't have dental insurance till July 1st, so if you need something, can it wait?

Thanks,

Luna
girltrouble
e,

you certainly know how to talk the talk, but you stumble when time comes to walk the walk. you said you'd call, and well, you haven't. and that's not good. how am i to think you'll take me serious if we start somethin' if you can't even pay me the attention i think i deserve now? for someone who says their all about me, you seem to be lacking. i'm not interested in the rah de rah bullshit. and i am certainly not one to give out umpteen chances. you could have called to say tomorrow won't work and i'd be cool. but not to call, that just says i'm not on your mind. look, some guys thing t girls will put up with shit other girls won't. and some might, but not me. i'd just as soon be on my own. and friendship, well, i suppose, but don't think you will get my kisses or affection. that's for those who know my worth. and it seems you don't. so perhaps you need to get to stepping, and keep looking if what you want is someone who will put up with that. to paraphase johnny cash, "it ain't me, babe, no, no, no, it ain't me."

-g!t


tranny god/dess:
can i meet a foxy, kinky supa cute chubby brunette? please? one that adores tomboyish trannys? being on my own has been cool, and all, but i miss having someone to share secrets with, and i am not willing to put up with "good enough" boy bullshit.
hey, while i'm asking, can i find a kick ass great paying sign fabrication apprenticeship, too. one that will pull me away from the lineman thingy? oh, and some amazing art grants for the kind of stuff i have been mulling over lately?

thanks a kazillion!
-g!t
zoya
dear zoya -

STOP GETTING DRUNK on your days off when you really need to be getting ahead on work. Especially when your boss might be around. I know it's hard. I know you don't want to be here. but the bottom line is that you are. and you are lucky to be here. and you have met, and are meeting lots of people who can help you once you are not on this project to get the jobs you want. So chill. I know it's a hard line - having some drinks with everyone helps you get to know people, but getting drunk can potentially put you in a position that doesn't look so good. So stop. Get your work done. Buckle down. Get fucking serious. It's not the time to fuck around.

love
zoya


Dear A -

uh..... um..... I'm not certain how to answer your email. I guess at least you have been thinking of me. Or at least you read the blanket email I sent out and it jogged something in you to motivate you to drop me a line. but still. I'm not completely sure how to answer. I think I'm gonna have to ask J. You know, my bro.

I want to write you back right away more than you know. But I'm not gonna.
zoya.

ps - I have had nothing but fantasies about fucking you for the last few weeks. I want you. All of you.
minx
Dear You,

I am still reeling over you throwing out all of my stuff, but I am mourning the loss of the love letters and journal entries in the online diary we shared. Those were our memories and you took away from me what was not yours to take. I have disconnected myself from you willingly because it hurts too much to see you doing those old things again. Saying the same fucked up, irrational things. Acting like I don't exist sometimes.

You know, I had one moment of doubt and you were ready to throw your arms up to the universe in a great big FUCKIT. You disappeared so many times that I have lost count. You tell me that you are sick of having to keep apologizing for shit, but yet you keep doing fucked up shit! I keep thinking about the garden that we created together and how it will look in a month. We did that together, and now I feel like I have to leave it behind. You say that I read too much into things, but when last night you said "my plants" I kind of died a little bit.

And no, I haven't fucked around on you. I never have, even though my sketchy past still gives you pause. Well, fuck you. It's the past, and if you can't get over it, that's not my fault. I won't keep paying for something that I have never done to you. I, however, have reason for doubt since you have done the same thing to me over and over again. You said that you would give me time if I needed time. Instead you became an unrelenting punisher...telling me to give you back your keys because you didnt' trust me, which is complete and utter bullshit--you are projecting. I bet me telling you that I didn't know if I could trust you DID hurt. I imagine it was a seriously horrible hurt, but you lash out like a fucking five-year-old. I think that you got rid of those letters so that you wouldn't be held accountable to your word.

I don't know what we are doing any more. You are so cold still, and keep me at arm's length. I tried to give you warmth in order to rekindle, but I think that, perhaps, this time you burned too much up. Destroyed too much. It doesn't make any sense. And I am sick to fucking death of wondering if I will wake up tomorrow and you will have another litany of hate aimed directly at me.

I can't risk it anymore.

Sorry.

--Minxy
culturehandy
(((minx)))
Arcadia
JFL,

You have some pretty amazing eyes. You have to stop looking at me! And making those little kissy lips. It's making me pretty mushy and hate work when you aren't there.

Things won't get complicated. I'm in love with him, not you. But you're just too cute!

-Arc
lilacwine13
Dear self,
No, trying to make an ice cream float with Guinness is not a good idea. You are not in such a position as to warrant that; overall, your life is good. The job is working out, you and AZ Guy are getting along, your family is fine, and if you'd get off your ass, you might get a friend and a position in your field.

Go study, and then go to bed.

--lilac

Dear job gods,
You aren't making this easy, are you?

See, I want to be outside, digging holes and trying to find artifacts. I am incredibly bored at my job, yet it pays better than the one you're throwing at me in my field, and it has health insurance, and it won't end after three months. However, to get to better paying jobs involving the holes and the artifacts, I have to accept some uncertainty in the present time. I just wish there was a more stable way, one where I could afford to see a doctor for a yearly exam.
pho#1
D,
this is what i can't tell you because i'll get threatened in retaliation.

your husband was in love with A. that's why he insisted she go to the city with him. he was not helping her get away from an abusive relationship, he wanted to run away with her. remember when he goaded you into kicking him out? that was part of the plan. and she didn't punch him like he claims, but she should have. he deserves an ass kicking for what he's put us through.
YOU are the victim! and now so am i, K and A and other people in this community. it's scary that he calls himself a doctor, he should be ashamed of the harrasment and threats he has uttered.

WAKE UP! your husband is a lying, cheating, manipulative, malicious creep. everyone here knows it now. he doesn't belong here and unless you distance yourself from him and stop doing his bidding, neither do you. it's so sad how he has brainwashed you, everyone can see it but you.

normal people don't lie to their best friend as an "elaborate plan to out him as a back stabber" and "lying for effect"???? don't you see how rediculous that sounds????

i'm looking forward to getting on with my life and enjoying my true friends. I hope the two of you can live with yourselves.

NP

knorl05
dearest dearest m,

i truly value your input, but do not approach me like i need to be saved. do not approach me like i need you to coddle me or pat me on the head when i say something you find pleasing. do not try to come into my life into my thoughts and restructure anything in my brain. i'm doing just fine on my own thanks i dont want to be like anyone else but me. i only want to live my life authentically. you cannot do it for me.. but i understand it makes you feel good to connect and express yourself. i just hope you're not trying to be in my life for the 'wrong' reasons. if you are i will sense it and cut you off completely so tread lightly.

thx, k
zoya
dear universe -

I know it's mine.

thanks
zoya.


Owl_Gang_Girl
Dear Moz,
Ok so everything just got really shit all of a sudden. You don't want to be my friend just as much as I don't want to be yours. We both have had serious ex issues but need I remind you over and over again I'M DIFFERENT you've been telling me over and over again how different and special and honest and great I am but you don't seem to realise that isn't just the way you look at me it's the way you feel about me. I can take this SO slow it'd make a snail bored but I don't want to throw it away just because you're scared that you might acutally fall for someone. You can't afford to lose me now and god knows I'm sick of pretending to be a tough girl just to stop myself from crying cause I feel so lonely. You have your doubts about Xander and I know I talk about him a lot but he's my best friend and if you only knew the things we've been through and the way he's stuck by me when I've been a bad friend and a bad person you'd understand why I could never just throw him away. I love him yes but I always will. The guy was my first true love and he's my best friend. If you knew the times I've tried to walk away but felt so empty. That's just what my life was before we started this whole thing. Empty. You're the first thing I've been excited about in such a long time and if you take that away from me now we can never be friends. Don't punish yourself for her mistakes. I wont let you.

A. Xx
Arcadia
S,

You need to find a better therapist and then actually go talk to her/him.

Seriously, you're fucking ridiculous. I can't pick up your pieces so stop expecting me to.
Stop blaming me for things that I did not cause and can't control. Grow up.

You don't have to be the best and it's really annoying that you think you do. DO something already, something that makes you happy. The moping, angry face is really getting old.

-Arc
candycane_girl
Dear C,

Get over yourself. I am so fucking sick of your constant bitchy little comments. In case you didn't know, it's possible to actually have stimulating conversation without insulting everyone around you and just quoting Family Guy. Get over your jealousy of what I have, excuse me for having loving supportive parents. Quit taking all of your fucking issues out on me and stop being such a bitch!

-me
freckleface7
town & most inhabitants :
I hate you.
hateyhateyhatey hate you.

you

suck.

none of you are near as important as you think you are, and you need to stay out of the stores and off the roads w/ your uber important cell phones and gas guzzlers and for maud's sake is it Really too much to open some minds and get a bit of non-pretensious culture here?? Is It?!!

I especially hate that this is the town my girlchild considers her "hometown."
what suckville for her.

all the ultra cool places we've lived and visited and this is where she is being raised in her formative years.- what does that bode for her future?

I would seriously release a mushroom cloud and not look back but will instead offer fingers and whole hands til the glorious day I can moon you good-bye.

f- you, and I mean that most sincerely,

Irish Cubs Fan behind the wheel
faerietails2
Dear Me,

You fucking moron. How could you put the wrong email on those cover letters?! Ugh. Do you want to be poor for the rest of your life? Let's just hope--if they attempt contact--they look at the email on the resume instead. Dammit.

Dear Me,

Well...fix it and keep applying, biatch.

Dear Princes William and Harry,

You look damn good in uniform. I'm sorry, okay?...I had to go out and buy the new issue of People...

-Me
dayglowpink
Dear B., please, please, please get home soon. I miss you so much it's starting to hurt my chest. Having you gone was okay for a while, but I'm sick of it now. It scares me a lot that I feel this way. I hope you miss me, too. -me

Dear mosquito that just bit me, Damn you! -me
freckleface7
self:

do you really wanna get involved in all that stuff again? you left on such bad terms all those years ago, and yes, it has been a lot of years sinse, and you have grown leaps and bounds and they cannot hurt you anymore and K needs your help and yes you Do Owe Her for all the time she spent writing you letters for that job that came to nothing but you know that place far better than she, and you know how it can pull you in and suck the soul right out of you and then leave you for dead by the side of the road.

still, the temptation is there. you know by how your mind started racing w/ ideas for her that you could really help her kick MAJOR ass bc you not only know how this place works but you know how to work the people here too.
you owe her.
she's been one of the biggest supports and wisest councels and is so amazing a woman.. isn't this the least you can do for her now that she's finally calling in a few chips you've said you owed her over the years?
but damnit!
curse it!

only this ONE activity. help her get it off the ground as a success and the other events that it encases and make sure she knows and helps you keep your limits. (bc she's good about that)
she is the one being paid for it after all, not you.

no cheatin' & I really mean it-

me
crinoline
Dear J,

WTF? How long have we been together? TWELVE fucking years! You could not ask for a better best friend than I have been to you. I put up with all of the shit you always use to push everyone away. I've been there through the hard times, and I'm still here now. Why won't you talk to me? Or at least acknowledge my existence? There is no excuse for your behavior. You haven't responded to me for a month now. I've left countless messages, you won't speak to me in person. You just say that you're too "busy" with M. Fuck M. He's a douchebag and he's using you. Why can't you learn from past experience? I remember everything he's done to you, down to the night of senior prom. How can you forget that? He's a loser and he's going nowhere, and I won't see you go with him. And what about me? What about us? Hos before bros, right?
I know you're miserable. I'm sorry that you gained all that weight, but I don't appreciate your taking your frustration out on me. You know as well as I that our perceptions of food and our bodies are fucked up beyond belief. I was there when you were so thin I was afraid I'd have to put you in the hospital, and I'm trying to be here for you now. I've been through it before myself, remember two years ago? You helped pull me out of it, why won't you let me help you? I want to put your mother in her own special circle of hell. She is cruel and insane. You're beautiful, and I want to strangle her for convincing you otherwise. She is such a pill popping elitist bitch.
Speaking of pills, you have to know that the drugs aren't helping. I know your mother thinks that the more prescription pills you're on, the better off you are, but it is just not true. For the past year you've been so drugged up it's like you're barely here at all. Your doctor is a completely unethical pill pusher. There is no reason for you to be on all this shit at once. Paxil, Xanax, and those fucking sleeping pills to name a few. And now she's giving you Lithium, for G*d's sake? For minor fucking anxiety!?!? She doesn't even try to be a real psychiatrist, you just go in and tell her how many pills you want and she writes you a prescription. 40 Xanax a MONTH!? Why? How can you not realize how ridiculous and sad this is? And then you preach at me for smoking pot occasionally. ugh.

You have no idea how much the way you are treating me hurts. I would never do this to you. When I was suicidal and such an unholy mess I still cared enough about you to respond when you spoke to me. Are you just tired of me? What is wrong with me that you can't stand to be around me anymore? You begged me to get you invited to that party, and I pulled strings and then you didn't even show up. You didn't even call to tell me you couldn't come. And when I asked you about it you couldn't even come up with an excuse. Of course M hates me, he knows that I can see right through him. If, no, not if, but When he hurts you again, I honestly don't know what I'll do. Smashing up his beloved fucking mustang sure does appeal, though.

Talk to me. Please.

I miss you.
-A

P.S. I'm tired of crying over you
zoya
dear whoever -

I'm lonely. I'm tired. I feel constantly undermined at my job. I want him to call me and talk for awhile. I want him to hold me. I want to move to the UK. I need to start exercising again. I know there's got to be a silver lining in all this and that it's just part of the big picture, but I sure feel like I'm just walking down a long hallway at the moment - and I'm really ready for a door to appear so I can walk thru and get on with it.

zoya.
MaybeSparrow
QUOTE(zoya @ May 31 2007, 05:45 PM) *
dear whoever -

I'm lonely. I'm tired. I feel constantly undermined at my job. I want him to call me and talk for awhile. I want him to hold me. I want to move to the UK. I need to start exercising again. I know there's got to be a silver lining in all this and that it's just part of the big picture, but I sure feel like I'm just walking down a long hallway at the moment - and I'm really ready for a door to appear so I can walk thru and get on with it.

zoya.


Things will get better, and if they don't we'll be here to listen.
freckleface7
mr's local-yokle hometown bank:
I cannot go in to a local branch to sign a form so that you can "release my forgotten pin #" bc I don't live there; something you Should already have recognized from my account address and information as ALL of our transactions take place in Another State.

have you all really trully forgotten who we are ? the ones who periodically have problems of this ilke that seem to throw you all in such a tizzy?

seriously,
stop living up to all the negative assumptions I've always made fun of the mr for; it's not like I'm asking you to dig up all our money from the coffee tin I know you keep it burried in.
if you won't email it to me on Your Own Secured Site, then snail mail it to me. -- you can even change the damn number for all I care as I forgot the last one in the first place!
-a peeved and not amused customer in NC


mr:
once again your stoopid freakin back-woods redneck bank is doing it again.

is THIS enough to convince you once and for all to transfer our meager $ to one of the local accounts we have here where we actually live?
that bank is about as international as my great aunt grace's toe fungus.
we are global people, and need I remind you how many times we've been overseas and stranded and unable to access our own money bc of them?

== beats head on keyboard==

mrs
prettynpink
Dear Husband:
I love you.
That said, you're a complete twat. I am sick of fighting about you doing laundry or dishes or ANYTHING around the house. You dont even take out the garbage without rolling your eyes.

I am NOT YOUR MOTHER and you are NOT my child. You are my husband. Your job is to be my PARTNER. Not my provider. I have two hands and a brain. I'm capable of working for my own money. I dont need you to "provide me with a paycheck" as you put it. If all I wanted was money, I wouldnt be with you.

I want someone who shares the work with me equally. You work 4 days, I work 5. I get more done in my 1 day off without you than you do in your 2. I'm tired of this. I'm tired of it falling to me to do the work. I'm sick of saying all this over and over.

How dare you think you're better than me because you make all of $300 more per paycheck. You are not better than me because you make more an hour. I dont give a shit about money and I never have. And I've told you that over and over. I am not your ex. I do not spend your money. If I have to, I will switch all the accounts back to single accounts. Though, it wouldnt matter because I'm still not ON your account.

All I want is for you to spend ONE of your THREE days off cleaning. Fold some clothes, wash some dishes, vacuum, clean the cat box. Anything, really. I just want help.

Remember how clean the house was when my cousin visited? Thats because he would do a few dishes. Not all, but because he helped, it made a difference. I'm tired of feeling like you think I'm your maid.

I work too. I should NOT be expected to do everything just because you make a few hundred more than me. If you want to "provide" for me, then I'll quit my job and you can see just how much of a contribution I make.

I'm so angry with how you've treated me in regards to this and you just dont get it.

You make jokes about "my place" and up until now, I've believed that they're 100% joking, but now, I'm beginning to think you mean them.

I do not have a place other than right next to you. I am not some whore maid that you pay to fuck and clean your house. I am your wife and as such demand respect. I work as much as you do which means that you should do the same amount of work at home as I do.

Once you start doing that, I'll consider this a marriage. Right now, its a burden, and one that I'm beginning to be willing to rid myself of.

I am NOT going to put up with this anymore. If you want a clean house, fine. Clean it. BY.YOUR.SELF.
I refuse to resent you like this.

I love you, but you are a jerk.
Love
Your wife.
seven
Sissy,

I love you dearly. You are being a complete ass of a sister lately. Had I known what I know now, I would have never asked you. I would have asked a friend.

Sincerely.

Your younger Sissy
Owl_Gang_Girl
Dear Moz,
Here I am again. You are not as smart as I thought you were. So we've discussed my feelings and we're cool on that front. When i was laying on your chest last night after we just had sex I wasn't thinking about you. I was thinking about how much I wished that I could be like this with Chris. I thought about his crooked smile and the way he says my name in that deep voice of his and though I was happy to be with you and likewise you with me you should know that I'm for real when I say I was blind but now I see. I'm guilty of projecting my desire on to the wrong person but now you're doing the same with someone else! Ooook now we get to the guts of the problem. How do I tell someone who is convinced that I have feelings for them that they're about to make a big mistake? So you don't want to start something with me cause it'd be fucked. The age, the ex, the kid. I get that! But not this other chick. She has JUST ended a long term relationship. I mean are you crazy? What good is it going to do your already rather raw heart to end up this girl's rebound just cause you happened to be there when she wanted enpowerment sex. Need I tell you that what you told me was until you feel like you did the first time you met the ex that it wouldn't be fair to start something with anyone because you'd just be going through the motions. It might have just been blow so you could distance yourself emotionally from what we're doing but it made sense! When I read it I understood. Don't you understand? You've been good to me and I wish I could be good to you and tell you this but unless you ask me my opinion I'll be keeping well away. I only hope that she has the sense not to drag you in to her mess and crush you even more.
A. Xx
kelkello
Dear Universe,

I believe that I deserve all the good the world has to offer. I believe that the world is full of love and I am loving and loveable. I believe that the more good energy I put out to you, the more you will bring back to me. I am letting go of my past, my regrets, my negativity, my old patterns that got me nowhere and am embracing a newer, better version of the world. I used to wait for the other shoe to drop. The shoe is on my foot, and it's firmly planted on the ground. I'm creating my world now, and it's quite an adventure.

K
LoveMyPugs
Dear Mr. Pug,

Ditto what prettynpink said with some key points bolded for you.

QUOTE(prettynpink @ Jun 1 2007, 04:38 PM) *
Dear Husband:
I love you.
That said, you're a complete twat. I am sick of fighting about you doing laundry or dishes or ANYTHING around the house. You dont even take out the garbage without rolling your eyes.


I am NOT YOUR MOTHER and you are NOT my child. You are my husband. Your job is to be my PARTNER. Not my provider. I have two hands and a brain. I'm capable of working for my own money. I dont need you to "provide me with a paycheck" as you put it. If all I wanted was money, I wouldnt be with you.

I want someone who shares the work with me equally. You work 4 days, I work 5. I get more done in my 1 day off without you than you do in your 2. I'm tired of this. I'm tired of it falling to me to do the work. I'm sick of saying all this over and over.

How dare you think you're better than me because you make all of $300 more per paycheck. You are not better than me because you make more an hour. I dont give a shit about money and I never have. And I've told you that over and over. I am not your ex. I do not spend your money. If I have to, I will switch all the accounts back to single accounts. Though, it wouldnt matter because I'm still not ON your account.

All I want is for you to spend ONE of your THREE days off cleaning. Fold some clothes, wash some dishes, vacuum, clean the cat box. Anything, really. I just want help.

Remember how clean the house was when my cousin visited? Thats because he would do a few dishes. Not all, but because he helped, it made a difference. I'm tired of feeling like you think I'm your maid.

I work too. I should NOT be expected to do everything just because you make a few hundred more than me. If you want to "provide" for me, then I'll quit my job and you can see just how much of a contribution I make.

I'm so angry with how you've treated me in regards to this and you just dont get it.

You make jokes about "my place" and up until now, I've believed that they're 100% joking, but now, I'm beginning to think you mean them.

I do not have a place other than right next to you. I am not some whore maid that you pay to fuck and clean your house. I am your wife and as such demand respect. I work as much as you do which means that you should do the same amount of work at home as I do.

Once you start doing that, I'll consider this a marriage. Right now, its a burden, and one that I'm beginning to be willing to rid myself of.

I am NOT going to put up with this anymore. If you want a clean house, fine. Clean it. BY.YOUR.SELF.
I refuse to resent you like this.


I love you, but you are a jerk.
Love
Your wife.


I love you, but you are a jerk as well,
Love
Your fiance!
pollystyrene
((PnP)) I've had similar issues with LeBoy from time to time- the worst was when I was unemployed from November '06-February '07 and even though I was receiving unemployment benefits (much less than my paychecks, but better than nothing) he'd make snarky comments about him making all the money in the house, blah, blah, blah. It was really upsetting because getting fired was really humiliating and set me into depression for awhile....it's like, this was something really traumatic that happened to me, so why are you making fun of me for it? The chore thing is an ongoing issue.... Argh.
crinoline
Dear J,
So here we are again. You have been so fucked up on Lithium that you forgot who you were. I am not out to get you, you are out to get yourself.
It seems sketchy to me that your esteemed Dr. Pillsalot has left the country for the past three weeks, while you were going out of your mind. Take the initiative to control your own life and find a real doctor.
How many times have you broken down like this? True, this is the first instance of actual paraniod delusions, but the pattern remains the same. I have neither the energy nor the strength to go through this again. Please do not ask it of me.
If you will exert the slightest effort to help yourself I will be right there with you, as I always have been, but I cannot save you from yourself.
Oh, and I suppose you will just withdraw from this semester as well, leaving you with two full years of paid tuition and zero credit.
I don't really know what to say to you anymore. I wish you could abandon the self-absorption for enough time to see what you're doing to those of us who care for you.
-A

Dear myself,
You just shut your mouth, young lady. You wear a size 4, in no universe is this considered fat. Crinoboy loves the way you look, you can see it in his eyes. Count your G*ddamned blessings, already.
-me

Dearest Crinoboy,
I am not your property. I do not act on your command. Unless we're in bed... but I digress. Treat me with the respect I deserve, or lose me due to your own immaturity.
P.S. I worship the ground you walk on.
-Love, A.
crinoline
double
LoveMyPugs
Dear Crew of Close Friends,

Here we are in our mid to late 20's and early 30's and we are still doing the he said / she said game like we did in high school. We have to stop. We aren't being respectful, adults. We are being just mean and sneaky talking about one another behind backs. It's terrible. The gossip circle needs to stop. We all need to grow up. I'm going to make an effort to keep my big mouth shut. I think the rest of you should do the same.

Thanks for your time,

Pugs


_____________________

crinoline???? size 4 is fat? are you kidding me? 4 and fat don't even go in the same sentence unless it's, "Yes, I'd like a fat number 4 please with a coke and an apple pie on the side!"
coela
Dear lice who suck the life out of my plants,
please go away.

Dear self,
if you eat all your bread in the evening, there won't be any left for breakfast.
How many years will it take you to do this math?
dayglowpink
Dear B., I love you. I wish I could tell that in person. Maybe someday I will. I'm so glad you're home, even though I know you'll leave again. I know that's your deal, though, and I can accept it and deal with it. Will you just hug me a little more? You know I'm totally not into major PDA or anything like that, but a little affection every now and then is nice. Don't be so silly about it. No one is going to think anything of it, and it's really not that big of a deal. -me
zoya
Dear A -

I wish I'd never had that talk with you. I wish I'd thought more about where I was coming from and what my motives were. If I had, I would have seen that I was just really frustrated that I couldn't see you and that I wasn't trusting that things would unfold on their own as they should - in a great way. Maybe not what I think I want, but maybe even better. And now.... now I haven't heard from you in weeks, you've just dropped off - and dropped off completely. No trace.

I talked to a good friend yesterday - one who I had hooked up with in the past, but no conversations or the like were ever had about what we were doing - and we're still friends and it just continues to define itself. Granted, he's not relationship material and you are, but still - the point is, it's just flowing and our friendship is continuing to be defined. Organically. I wish I could have trusted that would happen with you and I, or that at least there would have been a better time, more down the road, when it would have become apparent where we were going. And then I could have brought it up, at an appropriate time.

I know we'll cross paths again. I know we're not done. People don't fall out of my life. They always come back. You just have to know that what I said was born out of my frustrations and I know it was jumping the gun. But I know no matter what I say, noting will take back the words that I already put out there - the words that already freaked you out, that already made you back off.

If I'd not put that out there when I did, I keep thinking we'd probably still be talking and I'm sure you wouldn't have dropped off the face of the earth. I'm still very confused as to why you are completely MIA, though.

I guess at least you know how I feel.

urgh
zoya
LoveMyPugs
dear self,

you'll get married someday. you thought you'd never get a house and you did, you thought you never get out of bank of new york and you did. you can do anything. just finish school and then get a great job and then get married. just cause it seems like everyone else you graduated with is married doesn't mean you are the only one who isn't. what about all those "single" people on myspace. at least yours says "in a relationship" you've been "in a relationship" longer then half the people who are "married". shit, all those assholes you went to school with probably don't even know what a marriage and relationship is all about. just look at m. and c. and c. they have all been married and divorced already in the seven years since graduation. but not you. you've been with mr. pug since 1996. not this on and off again stuff you see all the time. be proud of that. your day will come and you can splash your myspace with pretty wedding photos too and everyone else can eat it.

*sigh*

yourself...

p.s.

it's fucking myspace for fucks sake as well. why are you upset. it's not like your looking into the private lives of people.
culturehandy
Dear Pugs,

I felt the same way when I went on facebook and saw where people were with schooling, and I felt so inadequate. Don't!

CH.

P.S. how are you? Haven't seen you in a while! Come abck to okayland.
freckleface7
e-

do not fuck w/ me.
I'm going to call that woman back & tell her the mr is not interested in being a job reference for you and then I'm going to email you and tell you the same.
each time you do this you set yourself up for me to screw you over- and are you really SO Stoopid as to think I will pass that chance by??
to email my mr so needy needy and then contact Me like we are friends but not tell either of us that you'd been in contact w/ both of us? did you Really think we wouldn't Talk ??
Newsflash:
I
am
not
your
friend
.

there was a time once when I felt sorry for you.
when I tried to big-sister you when we were all living overseas and you genuinely seemed to need an older woman to talk to; I was cool with that. from time to time I think most women go through that at certain points in their lives.
the thing is, now I see it as duplicitous. shady. were you using me to get closer to Him?

irregardless, the gig is up.
the mr wants nothing more to do w/ you, neither as a Professional Reference or the needy little innocent that you played up to him as.
our marriage has withstood many larger storms than the likes of you and this WILL be goodbye.

eyes on the back of my head,

THE' MRS.


K: thank you.
I'm really not crazi?
now that you're here we could take a little road trip to kick her ass- what do you say? laugh.gif
Kook

husband: you are my total hero and I love you more than ever.
I'm sorry I act this way sometimes,, and thank you for us putting an end to this once and for all today.
it's all about the love~
wife
zoya
dear universe -

OMFG. OMFG. you are amazing. I know exactly where I want to work, where I want to be, and have just been saying "somehow I'm gonna get there" and just knowing that I will. I had a twinge of a thought last night that it's really big, literally half a world away, and I don't know anyone with that company. But I put that thought to rest, telling myself that I KNOW that somehow, some way it will happen.

but OMFG. That e-mail this morning. That e-mail - 100% out of left field. 100% out of the blue, from a manager AT THE COMPANY I WANT TO WORK FOR asking me for a favor. HOLY SHIT.

I now have my point person. I now have a contact at the company. And not only that, I'm helping them out with a professional favor.

OMG.

As Kelkello wrote below:

QUOTE(kelkello @ Jun 3 2007, 07:27 PM) *
Dear Universe,

I believe that I deserve all the good the world has to offer. I believe that the world is full of love and I am loving and loveable. I believe that the more good energy I put out to you, the more you will bring back to me. I am letting go of my past, my regrets, my negativity, my old patterns that got me nowhere and am embracing a newer, better version of the world. I used to wait for the other shoe to drop. The shoe is on my foot, and it's firmly planted on the ground. I'm creating my world now, and it's quite an adventure.

K


I really needed you to show me that and you did. you fucking rule. Keep it coming.

thanks
zoya
fuego_lento
Dear self,
Please start trusting your judgement in men again. I'm bored with being single, and tired of second-guessing the fun out of every minor crush.
xo
Fuego

That said...

Dear boys,
Please stop getting in touch with me if you suck. There've been kind of a lot of you this year and the law of averages is not working out in my favor.

I should be meeting decent guys by now after weeding out the guy who passed out as we were making out, the guys who wanted sex on the first or second dates when I have very good reasons for not doing that, the ones who'd make great boyfriend material for someone else, the ones who expect me to carry the full burden of making conversation, the guy who looked like a grown-up Harry Potter who pulled a disappearing act, the serial cheaters, et f'ckn cetera. I've had it with you.

I know there are nice guys out there -- because they're married to my friends or because they *are* my friends -- so where's one who'll be nice to me?
xo
Fuego
LoveMyPugs
Dear You Know Who,

Laugh at me all you want. Laugh, laugh, laugh. I’m so fucking funny aren’t I? I’m so naive and immature right? You want to talk about it? You really want me share with you my feelings of anger and betrayal? Fine…I blame you, I blame you, I blame you. Both of you. Everything is your fault from the start. You ignored my needs for your own selfish reasons. You were monsters and you created a monster. You think you deserve respect? Why? You don’t deserve my love or respect. You let me down everyday of my entire life. You took my youth and my innocence. When you take responsibility for your actions or lack of actions then you will earn my love and respect. Hurtful, ignorant, selfish, conceited, arrogant, worthless, hollow assholes. The worst part is…I love you…only and I say only because he wants me to love you and forgive you. So I will. It will take me time and prayer but with his help I’ll forgive you someday and my mind and heart will finally be free of the past and of my hate for you both. But for now, fuck you both. FUCK YOU BOTH with all the disdain I can render. You won’t be laughing in the end.

Sincerely,

Scarred
prettynpink
Dear Self:

Please stop looking for fixes in others what you need to address in yourself. You cannot just toss this aside and find another, because what happens when you're not happy with the new one? You're being silly.

Yes. There are lots of neat things out there, and you can experience a lot of them, you just have to realize that you cant have them all.

You're the one that married young. You love him. Quit looking for an easy way out in another man. Its stupid and its the same pattern that you have always followed. Stop it and work on it.

I know that you feel like he's not paying attention to you and I know how hard you've worked this far and it feels like he's given 60% when you've given 200%. Sometimes, thats how relationships are at times. You dont always give that much. Sometimes he gives much more. Thats how marriages are. You knew it would be work.

Find your husband and fall back in love with him. Stop talking yourself out of it.
You dont like yourself and you're projecting that image onto him. Go to the gym. Exercise. Get healthy. Stop blaming him for your inadequacy. You are awesome and so is he. You wouldnt love him if he wasnt.

So. Go get your ass over to your husband, have fun with him and be happy. Make your changes and get busy loving life and quit being a dumbass.

I love you.
me.
zoya
dear friends and family -

did you forget my birthday? and thank you to those of you who remembered and have sent me emails it really means a lot to me.

zoya


dear A -

I know you've probably forgotten my birthday, but I really wish you'd remember and get in contact with me. Hell, I just wish you'd get in contact with me. I'm going to just ride it out and trust that this is part of the ride for me - but I do miss you.

there. I said it.
zoya
rantrave88
dear god/universe/lame fucker who fucks me over every fucking chance he gets,
FUCK YOU!!!! I am so angry and sad.
seriously this is becoming the WORST SUMMER EVER.
I HATE having feelings. I have all the wrong feelings. I'm never going to see S again ever ever in my life and D wants to marry me but unfortunately i think he's a desperate loser!!! FUCKING PEOPLE! I seriously want to kill something. And it might be me tomorrow if I continue to drink my sorrows away! FUCKING FUCK. I was supposed to get it on with he-who-must-not-be-named and feel Accomplished and dance to (BAD CRAPPY)new wave and (SUPER FUCKING HIP BUT STILL LAME) twee pop with the kool kids but unfortunately bad karma has got me and now i'm stuck with the most chatty woman in all history while my friend is in the hospital!! I am not in the mood for heart to hearts, especially with my friend's mom. Since when did having a car make me Everyone's Bitch? Since when did karma work in a way such that I feel completely violated and fucked over when SOMEBODY ELSE had the worse deal?? I STILL feel like shit!!!

I don't want to go to work.
I don't want to make anything, (except maybe love, but definitely not art or babies)
I don't want to be loved by the wrong guy, but still say "I LOVE YOU TOO" out of desperation because i'm afraid he's all i'll get.
I am sick and tired of being a piece of fucking property for whatever boy, no matter how he votes or what nationality or how much he's a feminist or thinks he loves me or thinks we're friends or "respects" me or whatever. No matter what I am still a fucking PIECE OF ASS.
I am a fucking mess and I'm not even having surgery.
fuck off,

RANTRAVE THE MAJOR BRAT



LoveMyPugs
Dear God,

Life is great right now. Wish my friends were as happy as I am. Please keep blessing me daily like you have been.

Thank you,

Pugs
sybarite
Dear aligned stars, ley lines or whatever else allegedly runs the universe,

Thanks for all the awesome developments--I feel they make sense and are deserved, but they are validating all the same. I expect you are juxtaposing these with less awesome stuff to perhaps give me perspective or otherwise keep my feet on the ground. If so, I think I get it, but can it all slow down a bit now please?

Also, if you could make this afternoon's challenge go smoothly, or at least not present (another) curve ball, that would be fantastic. Thank you.

Grateful if bemused, but up for it,
Me
sassygrrl
Mom,

Why do have to be such a bitch? I will find a job. But I'm sick of the "You're such a damn loser" speeches that you're giving me. Because I'm not. Oh, and while we're at it, quit drinkiing. So glad you live in a different state.


Self,

Get off ass and go find job. Study GRE and apply to grad schools.


Universe,

So far this summer has completely SUCKED ASS. So, a little cheer would be nice. A job a puppy something Mcgeek asking me to move in with him...anything. I need something good to happen to me.

Mcgeek,

You're great. But what's up with the "I don't believe in marriage?" You did once. And I need you to tell me you love me. Because, I know you do.

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