An Open Letter To _____

Dear Miss AB negative.

You pleaded and begged me to visit when I was away from you, and kept me at arms-length when I was near you.

You ask me to hang out so we can spend time with each other, and then openly flirt with every other man you see WHILE we're together. (And you don't understand why I dislike that)

You go on candidly about all the crazy sexual stuff you love to get into, And then grind everything to a halt citing "what's proper" and whatnot. (and still expect me to stay the night.)

I finally decide to leave and stay away so I can clear my head. And you start mssging me doling out the same old "I miss yous." and now you publicly call me out, saying citing offense that I haven't replied to your endless messages.

You know what? I discover my life is a HELL of a lot LESS confusing and MORE enjoyable, with my staying AWAY from you. You made me feel marginalized, useless, like an accessory. Either (1) realize what you're doing and knock it off, or (2) go find someone else's head to fuck with. I am done. Fuck off.

-Me.

(Even though she'll never read this, it feels good to type this out.)
 
((Most of you will never see this side of me, but I need to release it before it builds and I take it out on someone else))

~~~~~~~~~

Dear Teacher,

Cut me some phucking slack. I am sorry, I wasn't there to entertain you, but I was told NOT TO WALK. What am I doing? Walking, because your fat ass wants to get mad...When I HAVE OVER a 100(101 to be damn correct) in you class.

Don't get mad at me. Leave me phuck alone. You see that girl? She's missed over fifty days. Thats times 5 what I have missed. I honestly think you have some damn issues that were supposedly solved by Abe Lincoln years ago, and you need to get phucking correct. I don't get mad. Your dumb ass made me mad, and if you keep doing it, one day I'm snapping on your ignorant, wanna be kool, immature ASS. Get the phuck off my dick if I had one. I've never been disrespectful to you, or anybody in that room, or anyone period for that manner, and I haven't done a damn thing to you. Get off that permanent PMS'ing bullshit and get of my mutha,PHUCKING jock. You don't complain when those other girls miss, and I have a damn legit excuse.

STOP BEING A DUMB ASS BITCH. KAYY?


CK.
 
Dear next-door neighbours to my left,

I have been living here for 6 months. In that time I have kept quiet about your child running around and screaming at all hours of the night. Every night this goes on, and I hear it all. It wakes me up, and doesn't allow me to fall back to sleep.

I will move in less than two weeks because of this. But since being in bed for almost a week with a flu that only seems to be worsening, I beg you...I plead with you, for goodness sake, put your child to sleep on time. Not 3am, not midnight, not 10.30pm...but a decent, normal hour that a 4-year-old child should be asleep by. Please?

I am exhausted. No more...just put her to sleep. Please? All I am asking for is one night of undisturbed sleep. Is that too much to ask?

Yours frustratedly,
- seriously sick neighbour.
 
Love of my life

I can understand that you work hard, get this part, I work hard just as well. The fact that you are ill does not really explain why I must beg to see you and then each time you get angry because I ask. Of course I will fuckin' ask! Geez! You want me to support and help and listen to all of your complaints, but you just bloody refuse to let me do so properly.

Each and every day you have an excuse, so far I've been trusting you totally, but I'm starting to lose my faith and when I lose my faith in you I lose it permanently. Now I may sound self centered, but who listens and help me when I have problems? Not you. You keep me at arm's length, promising that we will get together, yet after 3 years (yah I know it's lame, don't judge me) I saw you only 2 times. I mean how fucked up is that? You want me all to yourself, but you leave me alone? That is like owning a teddybear and not wanting to hug it when you need comfort.

Just to let you know, I still love you with my whole heart...but you are really fucking me up and I know that I'm blundering into it with my eyes wide open.

Yours sincerely
Black Dragon
 
Fate

How many times have I heard that you are strict, but honest? So far I think that is a load of bull.

I help people, I do my best to do my work, when I have nothing to do I stay busy so as not to be idle. Yet the only thing I get from you is troubles and problems. What do you want from me? A blood sacrifice? Believe me, I will cut my damned wrist if that will satisfy you. The only thing I will not do is change my religion and I'm sorry, I will not change that for you or anybody or anything else.

So here is my written declaration. I refuse to be the gentle teddybear any longer as the only thing that happens is that I get stepped on. I will now be what my nick name is and to hell with you, Lady Luck, Karma and all the other ladies under your sway.

DK
 
Dear Neighbors,

I understand that you're neo-Christian and refuse to allow your six children to read anything but the bible. I respect your right to raise them however you want.

But I'm an evil bastard so I've made a point to hide dirty magazines and cheap novels on your property in grocery bags for them to find. I've been doing this for a year and I know that they've found most of them.

-LI
 
Dear Friend

Sure you think she is the answer to your prayers, but believe me you can do much, much better. She is a manipulative bitch and though I tend to love all ladies as they are, yours just leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. So it is now 7 months before your wedding and you are already allowing her to control your life. Believe me, you will do better without her as love is not a one way street.

I know you will never read this and I am not going to step up to be the one who tells you what a real female dog your fiancee is. I know how it ends. The messanger gets shot, trampled, beaten and BBQed, so hit your head and do remember that your friends will always be there for you even after your "wife" chased them away. I'll stock up on the Stroh 80 for future reference.

Sincerely
Auslander
 
Dear You,

Stop.
Stop using me to feel better about yourself.
Stop telling me I'm special, and then turning around and telling a handful of other girls the same thing.
Stop giving me excuses.
Stop forgetting about me.
Stop using your charm to draw me back in, only so you can break me down again.
Just, stop.

Every time you convince me to come back, you break my heart. And every time the pieces get smaller and smaller and it gets harder and harder to put back together.

And the worst part? I think you know that. I think in some sense, you get off on it. I'm always there to stroke your ego, to tell you how wonderful you are, to make you feel like you're a God among men. And a few whispered sweet nothings, a few murmured promises and I'm yours again like my heart never broke.

But I'm running out of tape to put it back together. I'm running out of patience and sincerity, I'm running out of the will to fight.

So please, just stop. Before I have no will left anymore, before I come back for that one last time that's going to end miserably for me. This is not a healthy relationship. Sure, there's give and take - but it's not equal parts. I give and I give and I give and all you do is take from me.

And I don't have anything left to give anymore.

I'm begging you.

Please.

Just this once, have the understanding and have a heart - and leave my poor, broken little heart alone.

-Me
 
Dear Neighbors,

I understand that you're neo-Christian and refuse to allow your six children to read anything but the bible. I respect your right to raise them however you want.

But I'm an evil bastard so I've made a point to hide dirty magazines and cheap novels on your property in grocery bags for them to find. I've been doing this for a year and I know that they've found most of them.

-LI

that... that's the funniest thing i have read in weeeks....
Thanks for the evil giggles...
 
Dear You,

Stop.

So please, just stop. Before I have no will left anymore, before I come back for that one last time that's going to end miserably for me. This is not a healthy relationship. Sure, there's give and take - but it's not equal parts. I give and I give and I give and all you do is take from me.

And I don't have anything left to give anymore.

I'm begging you.

Please.

Just this once, have the understanding and have a heart - and leave my poor, broken little heart alone.

-Me

I know your pain, just from the other side of the fence that is.
How dust have to put together in the semblance of a heart.
How it gets broken over and over again, how you have to cry over this,
and the other just moves on and comes back like you were never apart.
 
Dear X,

I'm sorry that I'm not as strong as you'd like me to be. I wish I were but there are things about me that you don't understand yet. Please be patient with me. Don't just...ignore me because you're upset thats not going to solve anything. I want to see you, I just can't at the moment. You said one of us needs to compromise but try to understand the position I'm in. I've told you about X, Y, and Z.

I am near the brink of tears, just answer your damn phone or text me back. At least TELL me that you're mad.

Love,

Princess
 
Hey you.
Yeah. You.
Smileypants.

I think you're fucking awesome.
I may be flighty at times... But when your name pops up, I grin like a fool.
There's a huge difference in words sometimes. Writing for writing... Writing with feeling. Writing with.... Intention.
I love making you smile.

And I love, love those two words.
 
Dearest Blessing~

Thank you for understanding...and for taking the time from your own fucked up mess to reach out to a wolf in need of a friendly ear. Once again, you have proven to be the Blessing I named you and I am so pleased to call you my friend.

If you need me~you know what to do.


Dearest Alpha and Wolf Sis~

I miss the two of you. Tis hard to be a pack member when the pack is never here. Do you think perhaps that you could fix that, some time soon?

Thanks a bunch


To those who reside in a world of make believe~

You do know that playing on the internet when your s/o is unaware of it is cheating, right? Ok. Just checking.


Dearest RW Daddi~

I love you. I love the way you smell, the way you sound, the words you speak. I love the way you smile and the fact that I get to know you in a way that most people NEVER will. I am thankful for the love, support, grace and patience you have shown to me while my life takes repeated ups and downs.

You make me happy...but far better and far more REAL? You make me feel loved, cherished, cared for and adored. You are a good Daddi. The best Daddi...any wolf boi would be proud to have you for their own. I am lucky that you choose to keep calling me your Munchkin.

I love you. Always and always.


My red one, My muse~

Please come back to play soon. Find me here or on yahell...in the case of My muse, text me. I miss my heart and my fantasy.
 
Dear Stranger.

I was having a horridly anxious morning and you came out of no where with a message I needed to hear. Just goes to show.. you can get your cup filled from the oddest of places.

Thank you.
 
Dude (sorry but starting out as a Dear "____" letter doesn't feel right)

I'm sorry. I miss you. I miss talking with you.

I fucked up. I wasn't thinking.

I hope we can talk again soon.

:heart:

Zydrate
 
Dear --
How do I explain this frustration? I've tried so hard to put distance between us. And yet, every time I read your writing, I fall so hard, so in love with your words. I pride myself on control and I hate how you can do this. I hate myself for this weakness, for my lack of control when you're factored into the picture.

I find myself amazed how you push a writer to exceed the limitations of their ability. I know because the same writer can be compared across stories and the quality of work rises to an order of magnitude better than their norm. I know because I've been amazed by how you've pushed me to surpass what I thought I could write.

Each time I marvel at how your words are so precise, how they frame a scene so well, how they capture that perfect balance between being descriptive and being captivating. Indeed, I find myself so often captured by your words...

and frustrated that I cannot do the same in return. That my tales cannot entertain you, my characters cannot keep you, my words cannot entice you. Where I am left to read from the side lines as you bestow that which I cannot attain to others, so well, so often.

This is my confession - Envy
 
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Dear sexy_curves,

I came to the Lit forums expecting to find nothing more than a few exciting story writing experiences. I had no idea I'd find such an important friend and lover. But that's exactly what you have become to me. And I am very thankful. :kiss::heart:

Sincerely,

Slugger31
 
Dear...

Please learn how to manage your money. Did it ever occur to you that if you would stop buying alcohol and cigarettes you might actually be able to pay your bills and for your gas? I'm a full time college student working two jobs to try and better myself and get ahead in this world. In the meantime... you make almost 8$ an hour MORE than I do and bring home nearly 200$ more per week AFTER the bills have been factored in! And yet every Thursday you need money for gas to get to work. I pay more bills, drive farther AND make less money. Shouldn't it be ME asking YOU for money??

Newsflash!!! You're 28. Grow the fcuk up!!!!

Yours Truly,
Me
 
Dear Neighbors,

I understand that you're neo-Christian and refuse to allow your six children to read anything but the bible. I respect your right to raise them however you want.

But I'm an evil bastard so I've made a point to hide dirty magazines and cheap novels on your property in grocery bags for them to find. I've been doing this for a year and I know that they've found most of them.

-LI

^^^^This.
 
Dear Slugger31,

I just want you to know how thankful I am for our relationship. I never expected to be so close with someone from Lit, but I'm so glad to have known you, and of course to have had the opportunity to write with you. You have become a very important person in my life, and for that, I am eternally thankful.

Xoxoxoxoxoxoxo

s_c
 
Dear Migraine,

i know its alot of stress but do you think you could let up just a lil bit so I can type...
and see.. seeing would be a great lil thing... cause inducing my own coma is rather pleasant a thought but i think everyone around me might just question my sanity.
 
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