Dear X Hangout

I woke up frighted, scared by my dreams, wanting you to hold me. But you'll never hold me again, its been so long i cant even remember what it felt like. You hate me now, but at least its me you hate and not the hollow mockery that i had become. The end of our separation is near, divorce at hand, soon if i am alone in my bed that is my decision. When i wake frightened, i will let people comfort me.
 
Dear X,

I've spent almost half my life waiting for you to wake up. You have until July 2009. Damn you for making me give an ultimatum. Damn you for sleepwalking through life. Damn you for letting me love you. Damn you for always saying you'll try harder, do better, be more. Damn you Damn you Damn you. You make me feel part of a whole while feeling completely empty. My hope is almost broken so watch where you step you fucking moron.

I love you - I always will but you're killing my soul and that's unforgivable.
 
Dear X

STOP making me feel so dizzy and sick.
Given half a chance, I'd beat your ass ... with a stick.

My hands are clammy.
Knocked me nearly on my ass.
You've packed quite a whammy.
How long will this last?

Nose red and raw.
Head feels stuffed with cotton.
What ever you are
You've curled up inside me all wicked and rotten.

I've had all I can bare.
Ill to the core.
End this nightmare.
I can't take any more.




me
 
Dear X,

Thanks for the feedback - really. I only had to read your message four times to figure out what you were ranting about so thanks for putting it in such a way that didn't require me reading it five times - deeply appreciate you saving me the extra minutes.

Let's see
- in terms of construction: I have no idea what you're talking about given the double negatives and lack of grammar in that portion of your feedback - but thanks.
- in terms of word usage: glad you think I use the worst words ever created - thanks.
- in terms of phraseology (yeah, I know you used some other word but frankly I haven't any idea what it was and both Merriam Webster & Oxford seem to believe it doesn't exist... funny): really happy to hear your opinion on how poorly I put thoughts into coherent phrases, lines and sentences - thanks.
- in terms of subject matter: it helps quite a bit knowing that you believe subjects of anything I write are either unworthy of being the subject or insulted by my lack of talent - thanks.

All in all, your rant was wonderful. Hope you were able to leave the spewed bile on your computer screen instead of on a live person's ears as it seemed rather acidic & might have caused bodily harm.

Anyway, thanks so much for you Anonymous feedback - much appreciated. Oh, just three measly suggestions:

1) Check your spelling, look in a dictionary, get a thesaurus, maybe check out a book or two on grammatical structure & try not to use "and" so much
2) When you provide feedback, using less verbal abuse & more constructive (understandable) criticism & allowing people to respond (i.e. don't send anonymous feedback) may be a novel approach but it seems to work for others!
3) fuck off asshole

thanks :)
 
Welcome to the world of weird PMs ! Mind you mine have all been in graphic detail what they want to do to me (some of which I am pretty sure you have to be double jointed to perform)!
 
Welcome to the world of weird PMs ! Mind you mine have all been in graphic detail what they want to do to me (some of which I am pretty sure you have to be double jointed to perform)!

lawlz

Dear X,

Well, I'm happy to say I love feedback. I don't care if someone is petting my ego, whispering sweet nothings in my ear (for those double-jointed and extremely dexterous and adventurous folks out there), or telling what is abysmal about what I've tried to do. It no longer counts as feedback if someone doesn't have enough of a grasp on her/his sanity, grammar, thoughts and language in general to formulate the message, though.

Why do people need to rant & be bitter? I don't mind if you think I've failed - say so, I welcome it... about 1/2 of the time I think I've failed (I even rated one of my poems, Words [only the one since idc what I think of my stuff once it's out there], as a 1) so we may very well be in agreement.

I suppose I'm a tad picky, though: I hope for comprehension (on my part and that of the critic).

Meh... what can you do? I Want My Cake & I Want To Eat It Too! so there. I'm returning to the 1st piece of feedback I got (wherein my ego was pet well & true but I was also put on a short leash in regards to words chosen, punctuation and imagery) - woot for smart, thoughtful people who formulate complete (and intelligent) sentences!!!!!

miss
 
Dear X
I think you are pretty pathetic and childish and very much doubt if your mind has ever left the schoolyard. Well bully for you ... you had your fun with total disregard about anyone elses feelings just to see if you could. Such a smarmy two faced son of a bitch well I know better and so do one or two others who have got your measure and yes they laugh at what a cretin you really are.
 
Dear X,

Be patient with him.
He fears.
He fears what he knows and does not know.
He fears what he wants and what he needs.

Be patient with him.
He doubts.
He doubts himself although he is the most wonderful one in the world.
He doubts others because surely not everyone is as wonderful as we are.

Be patient with him.
He loves.
He loves the explorations into the treasure map of his heart.
He loves the homecoming.
 
Dear X

I spent so much time being, as only en ethnic Jew can, whatever you expected me to be.

After far too much of that, I'd no idea what or who I really was; I'm still out of touch with myself, and whatever I am is a creation rather than my natural state.

However, and make no mistake, I am now myself - with neither reservation nor apology.
 
Dear (different) X whose name rhymes with leeway

Thank you for this forum thread. I know it is kind of ugly, my post here, but it is so very valuable to be able to vent in a safe place. I have to bottle this stuff up because I must be kind and loving and patient all day at work. And I don't want any of this anger to be misdirected at some poor innocent.

I also still see this person around in another context and still must endure him being part of my friends' social network. It is very difficult since I never got to process things with him. This is the first time in my adult life that an ex-lover did not remain a friend. He made that impossible. So for months I have kept this all bottled up.

It is so helpful to be able to let go of it in this safe place. Thank you. It will be easier to heal now that I have gotten that out.
 
Dear X,

You have seriously damaged a friend today.
Some call you fate, some name you God or nature
I refuse to address you as anything but as the nameless
cruelty that is science.
You couldn't adjust the chemical soup
that is blood, the blood needed to nurture the fragile
entities within that wasn't washed in the right formula for success.
I wish that humanity learns a way
to avoid your clinical coldness and allow all hopes
and dreams to be fulfilled and that we find it soon.
 
Dear Pandora,

Sometimes venting is healthy and good, and that's what this is for, as well as messages of gratitude and everything else. think instead that you are probably encouraging other people to do the same; to vent, be angry, allow themselves to speak, and then ideally to let it go and move on toward happiness, having released their negativity back to its source. Never apologise for pursuing health and resolution, sweet. It's a good thing.

And I sorta wish you'd left your post in the bistro intact; you had some really valuable things to say, and it really wasn't inflammatory. Perhaps a conversation about anger and bullying would be healthy to get back into at some point in there, but for now it might be best to just play for a while.

hearts.

bj



Dear Champy,

my heart to yours. As always.

bj
 
Dear several Xs

For the most part you are far away from me across miles of ocean, but your voices reach out on this messageboard as if you were sat right here beside me. I get to share your joys and your heartaches, your pettiness and your humanity. Who can tell in which way we will meet and make friends? A good friend is there for the good times and those times that make you want to spit in the face of life. If I had been asked who I would like as friends I couldn't have picked better. I want to sing for joy and break my heart for each and every one of you. Is love to strong a word?

Annie :rose:
 
Dear X and X and X,
Thank you for the Birthday Party. You wouldn't think that it would mean so much to a
hm-hm-somethin' but it's been a long dry spell since I was in amongst enough society to make it worthwhile.
(Being a hermit was not in the brochure, and I'm glad that trip is at an end.)
I had oodles of fun, but not too many oodles. Enough oodles to fill my heart to overflowing and tears of joy leak from my lids.
 
Dear X,

You've taken time to do something i'm quite sure you never intended - i owe you thanks for that.

You've been honest, challenging, suggestive, a flirt and open - i owe you thanks for that.

You extended thoughts, sentiments, experience and words i've been looking for for far too long - i owe you thanks for that.

X, thank you a million times over - you didn't have to do any of this and i have no way of repaying you except with my thanks.
 
Dear X
I am just wondering if poisonous emails come into the same category as poison pen letters which in my country are illegal. There must be something illegal about slandering someones name or even libel as it is written down and perhaps you should think about that before you do it again
 
a different love

Dear X

love is new in the mouth not at home
with your name it is new but I find
I can sit very still with you now
and not mind

almost wholly outside
of the body

That's why I don't envy
you your other loves for your gaze
is so thorough almost a relief
when you blink,
look away so that I can grow back

all my skin
 
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Dear X,

i am flattered - not in a shallow way, mind you - deeply flattered.

Thank you
 
Dear X
If you do exist as some all encompassing entity out there in the wide blue yonder can I ask you to stop dumping on those I love? If I did something terrible in the past and you want to make me suffer for it now, please dump your nasties on me. My love is a gentleman in the true sense of the word, sure he drives me up the wall sometimes but he doesn't deserve all these bad things happening to him. Oh one more thing if you have to take anyone take me ......
 
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