An Open Letter To _____

Dear Yahoo,


Work!

Or I shall be forced to destroy the internet in anger.

That is all,

Love
Me
 
Dear Yahoo,


Work!

Or I shall be forced to destroy the internet in anger.

That is all,

Love
Me

:eek:

What!?!

No! not the internet!

How will I pass the time without it? Actually go out and talk to people (shivers)?

Somebody do something. We have to fix yahoo now. Hand me that socket wrench.
 
To he who knew.

I don't know if you're still around.
I do know I miss you. A lot.
That name for you will always be there.
I guess I just didn't know what to do with it.
Either way, you were/are my friend. You know I'm a shy idiot, but you started to break that. I guess it rehealed?
 
Dear Stalkee

When I see you talking, I'm always hoping you're talking about me. I don't dare ask though. I want to, but can't, afraid that I am not even on your radar.

- Stalker
 
Dear MIL...

I know I'm not good enough in your eyes anymore. Not for your son, not for these kids. I know I don't keep my home in the completely pristine shape you seem to expect. But here's a news flash- YOUR PLACE ISN'T EITHER. You have mail from 15 years ago stashed throughout your cupboards. You have baby clothes worn by your 45 year old. When your kids moved out, each room became another place to stash shit.
But me with my little messes created by your playing grandkids, the shit your son won't clean up after himself, or when you show up unexpectedly MINUTES after we get home from the store and acted so disgusted by the bags all over the dining room... Oh, I'm just TERRIBLE to you, aren't I?
I'm still cleaning up from christmas. Yes. There's boxes all over. Recycle isn't til thursday. They're an organized mess waiting to go out. Trash guy would probably appreciate not having paper mache at the curb with this snow.
The snitty question about my bathroom hurt my feelings unbelievably. Maybe if I got a little help from your son, you wouldn't be like that. But you coddled him so damn much that he expects me to be you. YOU expect me to be you.
Well I'm not.

My kids are happy. My kids are healthy.
And my fucking bathroom is cleaner than yours.
 
Well, that's not exactly how it works. Intentionally not reading posts is easier said than done.

As far as Lily's post specifically. She's actually right. I was getting a bit annoyed at how most of her posts were bitching lately, but who am I to stop her from ranting? Everyone does it.

I personally just don't understand why she doesn't just talk to her friends... If she ranted to me in IMs it wouldn't annoy me at all. I guess what annoys me is that so many posts in this thread are so vague that no one can understand them, but people avoid being more specific because it would be too personal.

So reading them just becomes annoying. What did they mean? Who are they talking about? In PMs or IMs, chances are they would be less cryptic.

So maybe it's not so much being annoyed at bitching as being annoyed that I can't really offer help or comfort or advice when I don't know what people are talking about.

This post didn't make a whole lot of sense but hopefully you know what I mean.

You are aware of how many people around here find almost everything you say annoying... right?

Get some perspective and get over yourself. The Dear X thread is specifically for venting like that and people can be as vague as they like.
 
Dear Universe~

It has come to my attention that you feel you have given me enough bad times and are now planning on allowing the good times to roll. That is awesome. I appreciate it. All of that being said~could you please get the good times started BEFORE the end of this year?

Thanks...

Me:rose:
 
Dear X,

Bright and educated, or not, you are a fucking moron. At 50 years old you display a total lack of responsibility and a methodology abjectly in contrast to that which I would expect, and desire, in an engineer.

Please maintain a clean test area.

Please stop leaving your reports all over the floor.

Please stop stacking circuit boards all over the table.

Please stop "multi-tasking", forgetting what you were doing, and making constant mundane errors.

Please stop pushing your phone calls onto Geoff. He resents you for it and it is all I hear about when you leave the office.

But, most importantly...

Please stop blaming all of these mistakes on others. Today, just now, I watched you pick up a recorder and knock the batteries out. You proceeded to lecture Geoff about how he should have put the battery covers on because "the batteries just fell out of this one, I don't know why, but it's no big deal really just do it over again."

I think you are fucking stupid,
LI
 
Dear X,

We have one, maybe two days left and then it will be a matter of once a week or so if we're lucky. I'm gonna miss you so much...

I love you. I don't say that enough but I do.

I'll...fuck it, I'll crawl TOWARD the stupid syringe, I'm that damn masochistic just for you! You got me in all kinds of ways babe, you got me floored! Literally, on occasion!

I hope you get everything you want and need from me cause I always do my best to give that to you (right now not withstanding, I know you just sent me to bed but shut up and let me finish, kill me later).

I know I'm gonna wreck myself for work just to spend a little extra time with you but that's totally worth it to me. I don't know what you're doing to me lately, don't know if I hate it or like it but I'm...changing for you. I know that.

I want you as much as I ever did, maybe more and I don't fear it. Cause it's true, when you say I'll be okay, I know you're right and that I can believe you. I know you want the best things for me, I know you want to protect me and make me step out even further over the ledge...I'll be just as safe there because you will be waiting, I'll be just as safe there because you say so.

Some things are harder for us to verbalize but I know you don't need to say it, I know that I know...but sometimes, I like to hear it anyway.

I miss you when you're gone too.

The moment after you leave? I miss you. The second after you say 'G'night?' I miss you. When I can't be there to talk to you? I miss you.

I miss you when I'm gone too.

I like to hear it, just like you do.

Love,

Nikki

P.S That is my name by the way, asshole :p
 
Dear At the end of her tether

I know how you feel, the feeling of constantly being the reliable one, the feeling of being pushed to your limits because you keep giving, giving out your strength and spirit until it feels like you have given away everything you have.

Though I admit I don't think that I have been driven to your extent, I can only try and relates

I wish I could could give back some of yourself.

I want to help you restore yourself

Signed

Too far away, but there in spirit
 
To All,

I miss you all! I hope things are going OK thus far!

Love,
Zy :rose:
 
Dear X,

I hate you.
I want to talk to you right now but my stupid pride won't let me text you.
I started crying thinking about you.
Then tried to breathe, ever notice how much harder it is to do that when you're crying?
Who made up this wacky respiration system we all have anyway?!

I hate you.
You pushed me so far, it's true that you crossed a line and then I matched you for it. I fucking hate you for that. More than that, I hate you because I want to tell you that I really love you but after not speaking for two days, my pride just won't let me be the first to break...
I wish you were here to just snap me.

I can't and don't want to end it and I feel like I shouldn't have to be the one to fix it...how messed up am I?!
- Insert stupid laughter here -

You're one of many things on my mind right now but don't get me wrong, you're a pretty big thing.
You’re definitely in the top five, right up there with being on call for night shift, volunteering to help my flooded region, my dad’s possible post-op infection and worrying about my still missing friends. That’s five right? Including you.

I want to say sorry but I also feel that I wasn't wrong...maybe, to some degree, I was. But not completely. You hurt me. Joking doesn't make it right, you deserved it...but maybe I was a little too harsh and far gone in my reaction, I am sorry for the way my inner turmoil has added to this, at the very least.

God, this is so confusing.
I hate how much I love you! I really fucking do!
It makes everything seem entirely complicated when you're not around to simplify it for me.
Please come simplify it for me...
Just once, I wish you could read my mind, hear me and come running. Just once.

Sadly proud,

FT.
 
My Saxon friend.

I miss you here. It's been a long time now, but I still look for your name.

I hope you're ok.

Hopefully I'll hear from you soon., cause I worry about you, but I know you can't communicate as you'd like.
You make me want to mother you, but then lean on your shoulder sometimes when things are good for you.

I really do have an unfilled gap in my friendships, both here and elsewhere, because you're not around.

Be happy.

X
 
Dear David.

I can still remember how we met. Who knew that submitting a story so many moons ago would lead to such a special friendship. I wish you knew how special you were, not just to me but just because of who you are.

I hope to spend the rest of our lives telling you this until one day you truly believe it yourself.

I know you are in awe of me and I find that difficult to understand sometimes. I guess we are like two peas in a pod, in that sense. I wish you had met me so much sooner in your life or at least someone who believed in you as much as I do.

Don't let chances pass you by. Don't be the guy sitting in a corner wishing he was on the stage. Know that I love you and will always be here for you

Bethy
 
Dear X,

It's not often people make me feel like this, make me so god-damned frustrated, so well done on that score if nothing else.

You really do love the sound of your own voice, don't you?
I imagine most of the people you call 'friends' are too cowed to tell you what they really think of you and your opinions and so you genuinely think you're right. It's a fair viewpoint if you live in a bubble but you don't. You're in the real world, with real people.

Why you do what you do is beyond my comprehension...and not just mine given the responses of others I've heard. For someone who claims to dislike those that deliberately cause trouble, you seem to do an awful lot of it yourself...and with clear and obvious intent.

People like you make me sad and sick at the same time and in equal measure. Sad that you've been allowed to become this self-obsessed, arrogant monster, that either no one tried to stop it or that you just ignored them, and sick that you'll never change and actually seem to delight in the irritation of others.

Personally, I believe in karma and know you'll get yours, what worries me is just how many people you'll try to take down before that happens.

So please, do us all a favour, and know I don't say things like this lightly...but it's the only thing I can say to you right now...would you just take yourself and your stupid, immature and hurtful comments and fuck off!

Sincerely,
Me
 
Dear People Who Seem To Think They Know What They Are Doing,
You hired me for a reason.
Either you hired stupidly, or you are behaving stupidly by not letting me help.
I'll keep cashing the checks regardless, but wouldn't you feel a little less silly if you brought me in earlier and projects that are losing money could have been kept profitable?
Or...to say it another way:
When things go badly, as they so often do when you ignore me, I still sleep fine.
How about you?

Love,
If you don't know my name by now, I'll be the girl pointing fingers in Monday's meeting
 
Dear X,

I want to try and explain how it is when I look deep into your eyes.. When I am face to face with you, it is like they change shape and color and your voice changes with them. They are so familiar to me and your voice I have heard it call out to me before. I get the feeling I have looked into those eyes and heard your voice in another lifetime. To explain it, it is like seeing an item and it triggers a memory of a dream but you can not recall the dream but you know that you dreamed about that item or person but it all fails to be recalled. That how it is when I look deep into your eyes and your voice changes.
"I see you."
I wish I could recall what is so familiar about your eyes and voice. It is all I think of day after day. Trying to capture that dream that flees from my memory.

I know I have loved you in another lifetime.....
 
Dear Muse
I can't tell you how happy you've made me as we've...worked through our new relationship. We've been doing...well...you know...

I wouldn't have...without you...these last months...

But I think its time to expand, outside of the roles we play here.

Are you up for it?

I'll be waiting.

Always.

-Yours
 
Dear me,

Try to remember that your self esteem isn't wrapped up in any man-or woman.

So two things, chill with the slut shaming. The look in his eyes was worth it alone, and he begged for it too. Got it? You aren't and you learned and liked it too. So chill.

Second, could you stop waiting for the other shoe to drop? Like it's getting old ya know? Just cause things are good, doesn't mean that at some point they are going to get bad. Just cause shit fell apart when you were little, that's more due to the fact that your parents are fucktards than anything to do with you.

You're in control of your life. Fucking remember it okay? No one else but you can make you happy. So could we get on it already? Tell the kid he was good, then kiss Zom like he's the only man in the world. Now that's some fun I could get behind.

Love,
Your inner sanctimonious slut.
 
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