An Open Letter To _____

Dear Boi~

The trip to the hospital helped no one. Not you, not them. The freaking out helped no one. Not you, not them. I know you are tired. I know that sometimes the only thing that helps is to trace sharp pretty pointy over flesh until blood seeps out but guess what? It's stupid and only makes things worse.

Stop it.

I know you are struggling. Suck it up.
I know you are scared. Face it down.
I know you feel alone. YOU ARE NOT.

Stop it.

She loves you. I LOVE YOU. THEY love you.
You can do this.
I promise.
 
Dear Wisdom Tooth,

Really? You just love to cause pain, don't you.

Well, HA, I will get the best of you, when I have you yanked out and tossed away!

So there!!!

(I just have to endure until that time)

Me
 
Dear Dog,

I'm not in the best of condition after so many old injuries. So when I lay down on the floor, it is because I am trying to ease the pain and stiffness in my lower back and hips.

It is not because I crave your slobbery chew toy dropped on my cleavage.

Nor is it so you can finally nip at my hair and pull it. Brat!

And I don't care how often you say it, I am not going to get up to give you your 'gum'.

Damned ornery dingo.

How is it your favorite bone seems to be located in my arm?

Sincerely,
Me (the one who is supposed to be the master in this relationship.)
 
Dear Dog,

I'm not in the best of condition after so many old injuries. So when I lay down on the floor, it is because I am trying to ease the pain and stiffness in my lower back and hips.

It is not because I crave your slobbery chew toy dropped on my cleavage.

Nor is it so you can finally nip at my hair and pull it. Brat!

And I don't care how often you say it, I am not going to get up to give you your 'gum'.

Damned ornery dingo.

How is it your favorite bone seems to be located in my arm?

Sincerely,
Me (the one who is supposed to be the master in this relationship.)

Seems to me the problem is that you haven't taught him to read yet, so he's not able to address your written concerns. Nods sagely.
 
Dear people on tumblr,


Some of you can actually write, and the captions you add to pictures really do enhance them. Most of you cannot, and should not be attempting it and nearly ruining what is a very good gif in the process.

My wife thought the new couch was a little stiff so I brought you over here to help me break it in a bit.

No shame in having to use two hands to make it explode down your throat. Whatever it takes!
This one has nothing to do with the image it's attached to!

The maid’s daughter came over to give her a hand with her chores. I made sure she had enough to do in my office.

The museum curator wanted to borrow a piece from my private collection. I reminded her that the last curator asked a lot nicer than she did. She got the hint and immediately jump on my bulging cock.
I think you may have a medical condition.

This one totally gave me a boner. Those glasses. Those tits. The sharing among friends. I’d drill them both full of cum and watch them lick it off each other.
Are they filleting each other after you 'drill them both full of cum' so they can lick it off?

I’m about to slam you hard down to my balls!
Ouch.



These are, of course, but a sample.

You don't need to improve on what is already good. Especially when you're not even improving on it. So stop, please.

Think of the children.

And if you continue on, then remember: The terrorists win.
 
Dear Mommy~

It's mother's day, again. Another year without you here. Another year~ I wish I could crawl into your lap and bawl like a three year old. I miss you. I miss knowing that I could pick up a phone and call you whenever depression grew to thick to deal with alone. I miss knowing that you would find a way to help me focus, help me breathe, help me hold on.

I miss you.

I know that you deserve the rest you were granted. I know that you deserved to pass from this vale of fears and tears and hurts. Even so, I still miss you.

I love you, Donna Mae.

Happy Mother's Day.


Dear You~

Fuck you, hard.

Have a great day!


Dear...you~

You wrote me and I don't know how to respond. Not that I don't want to respond, I just don't know HOW to. Don't take it that I don't want to speak to you. I do. I just haven't figured out the proper words yet.
 
Dear Universe,

I don't know what can of worms or whoop ass I've opened up now, but you know? I simply don't care. Bring it. I deserve to be happy. To think about my happiness for once instead of putting my life on hold for and because of others. The hourglass only spills one way. My sand is dribbling away and just once, before the sands run out, I want to be fecking happy. I am smarter, wiser and more patient now. I can handle this. It won't be easy but... *crooks her fingers* Bring It. I asked for it. I want it. Now damn well let me enjoy it.

Sincerely,

Cait~ :rose:
 
Dear Universe,

I don't know what can of worms or whoop ass I've opened up now, but you know? I simply don't care. Bring it. I deserve to be happy. To think about my happiness for once instead of putting my life on hold for and because of others. The hourglass only spills one way. My sand is dribbling away and just once, before the sands run out, I want to be fecking happy. I am smarter, wiser and more patient now. I can handle this. It won't be easy but... *crooks her fingers* Bring It. I asked for it. I want it. Now damn well let me enjoy it.

Sincerely,

Cait~ :rose:

You are strong, smart, beautiful, and wonderful Cait. You deserve all the happiness in the world and I hope that you find it, my friend.
 
Dear Louis Cypher,

I have been a bad bad girl, you threw me out of hell, and into a frying pan of life.
You threw me out of that hot place to somewhere hotter, and nfinitely more fun.
It was hard and it hurt..It made me cry! but.. It made me beg it made me open my eyes
and face hardships I couldnt imagine before,
You made me what i am .... I refined it....

And I love it..

So Thankyou ..



Hugs and Kisses
Karen
 
Dear Mother,

I'm so tired of your shit. You were never an 'alcoholic,' so why claim that you were? Pity? Are you wanting people to feel sorry for you? And Are you honesty bad mouthing your own children to everyone when we're not the bad ones? We tried to make shit work with you... ALL OF US did. You're the one who ruined the relationships, we fucking tried. You claim we only talk to you when we need money.... when was the last time any of us asked you for money?! We wouldnt even ask you if we really needed it since we know you would never help! And, it's a two way street, just so you know. If you wanted to fucking talk to us, you can easily contact us! Why bitch about how you never hear from us when you never even TRY to talk to us!

I'm tired of hearing from your damn friend. I'm tired of her saying how we're such horrible kids and how we should show you more respect. You have done nothing to earn my respect. So tell her to fuck off and stop acting like you're a fucking saint when she doesn't know shit about you or how you raised us.

Just fuck you alright.

-Me.
 
Dear Ex,

If you think for one minute that because I'm a sub I'm not going to fight my corner now we're through, well you can fucking think again. I'm holding down 2 jobs, caring for a sick relative and you think you can bring shit like this and I'll just handle it, that I should have to handle it? You're a big boy and I am done mothering you.

The truth is going to sting and I am dine pulling punches. I'm done being ultra reasonable and acting indifferent. Your time has fucking come.

Sincerely.
 
Dear.....

I thought I could get through the day without thinking of you. I thought it would be easier this year.

But it's not.

It still hurts.

I still miss you.

And I'll always love you.

I just wish you were here.

Love always,
-
 
My dear seven-year-old nephew,

I know you will be absolutely mortified if you happen to see a boob, but if you keep bursting into this spare room without knocking, you're gonna see a boob. You know Aunt Allie didn't bring any bottles for this baby...

I love ya, dude - but knock, 'kay? A red face doesn't look great on me, either.

xo

Auntie
 
My dear seven-year-old nephew,

I know you will be absolutely mortified if you happen to see a boob, but if you keep bursting into this spare room without knocking, you're gonna see a boob. You know Aunt Allie didn't bring any bottles for this baby...

I love ya, dude - but knock, 'kay? A red face doesn't look great on me, either.

xo

Auntie

I'm so torn here...
 
My dear seven-year-old nephew,

I know you will be absolutely mortified if you happen to see a boob, but if you keep bursting into this spare room without knocking, you're gonna see a boob. You know Aunt Allie didn't bring any bottles for this baby...

I love ya, dude - but knock, 'kay? A red face doesn't look great on me, either.

xo

Auntie

I very much doubt that last part.
 
laughs

I did think, after I posted it, that there are a lot of people around here who might appreciate a red face. :eek:
 
Dear family,

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I suppose however it is unfair to lump you all together like that. But really could you not get drunk or arrested or steal shit for like.. I don't know... the rest of your fucking lives?

Is it that goddamned hard to see.. hey..maybe I'm a little unsafe when I'm drinking.. and MAYBE that fucking means I shouldn't drink? Or you know.. drive..? Or maybe even fucking steal a truck and dump it in a ditch?!

What. the. fuck? You're a fucking dumbass, E and now your whole fucking life will be harder. And for what? So you could have a fucking beer? Just like Dad. Scare the shit out of our little sister, turn Mom into a basket case, so you could fucking have a beer.

I'm so done with your ass. 1200 miles and it's still not fair enough away from you people. E- on Tuesday, they are probably going to lock your ass up, and I don't feel sorry for you, and I'm your big sister and I should. But this person you are.. I don't know him. He's a dick and he's just like Dad. And that guy is a dick. Good luck bro.

Fuck this noise.
Vi
 
Dear idiots shooting off fireworks,

hi, I'm a proud owner of a bunch of animals. So is just about everyone on my block. I'm glad you drunken hicks are having fun shooting of bottle rockets and blowing up M-80s but you know what? Every time you do that this whole fucking block turns into a canine chorus.

My dogs were asleep 2 minutes ago. Now they are freaking the FUCK out.

I hope you blow off a few fingers. God damn backwards nitwits.

From,

Your angry neighbor with a .38 special in my night stand and a bunch of swords in my closet. Go ahead, keep pushing me.
 
Dear Lounge,

You have been my home for several years. You have offered pain, joy, laughter, love, and a ton of other good and bad things since I first started coming here. You have changed. This place used to be a hub, you could always find a place to enjoy company with like minded people. I have very fond memories of hanging out in Cloud 9, memories of occasionally stepping foot in the china pearl.

You no longer nurture diversity. The people who used to bring love and laughter to this place have left, one by one. This place is hostile now. When a new player cannot have a conversation with a veteran without the whole of the lounge players joining in to harass him, that is open hostility.

Lounge, you are no longer my home, haven't been for some time. I may peek my head in, I may chat with a friend here from time to time, but it is time to say goodbye, literotica. I will finish out my threads here, but those who wish to stay in contact with me know how to do so.

I wish you luck lounge denizens, you are going to need it.

FD.
 
Dear Mr. President,

A presidential visit to the hardest hit area on a Sunday when more people are available to help with clean up was a stupid decision that only hampered the work that we were doing. Having to shut down all relief efforts if you weren't a Tinker employee or military personnel and putting the entire fucking town on lock down including the highway and the few local streets that are actually passable proved to be a fucking nightmare when you only actually looked at the elementary school and didn't go a single other place. Thanks for the wasted six hours of daylight to get your face on television and act like you really care. It would of course be nice if you could have at least gotten the Governor's name right for fucks sake.

~A pissed off redhead.
 
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