[25 Dec 2009|02:06am] dear_you [samamba] Dear N, That was low, lower than I expected from you. You know I have a boyfriend- we had talked about him earlier in the evening. But you couldn't stop yourself any more than I could, even with Cait right  there. I'm so lucky you didn't try to kiss me because I know I wouldn't have been able to stop myself, and the last thing I want is to cheat on Colin. More happens than has in months, and I can't even put it into words. Damnit, Nick. At least I know it's mutual. At least I know you can't control yourself, either. At least I know you love me too. S. post comment

[25 Dec 2009|12:38am] dear_you [haimonday] Dear you, Thanks for talking to me tonight. It made me feel much better and now I'm pretty sure I can enjoy Christmas. Thank you and I love you very much. Sincerely, Me post comment

[25 Dec 2009|02:16am] dear_you [love_bones14] Dear, you You have just caused a stupid, muffled, bolt of emotion within me - and it lingers, it doesn't let go until it's held on for awhile.  This has pissed me off, this has made me upset.. And I don't know what to feel. DON'T treat me like a piece of shit on your shoe (like you have done in the past at times.. It hurts) - you are no better than anyone else, and no one else is any better than you. 2009, early Christmas morning, and what/who am I writing about.. YOU! Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhh. What is going on with you? What am I to you? Remind me, who are you?? From, me post comment

Holidays [24 Dec 2009|04:42pm] _postsecret_ [lemonsqueezy] [ mood | festive ] Tell me one holiday tradition that your family always partakes in that just makes your day. Or something odd that you would never admit to loving. Anonymous posting is not required; no posts under user names will be deleted for this post only. Hope everyone enjoys a happy and safe holiday! 32 comments|post comment

[24 Dec 2009|11:13am] dear_you [getyourownhome] [ mood | tired ] Dear Santa, You are the prefect lie all across the world, I mean, how in the world can you get all around the world in one night by reindeer with a giant bag of toys for all the good boys and girls? How can you get into their houses if they don't have fire places? Easy! All around the world in one night? PSH! Hello! It is called different time zones! So it makes it easier to give all the Aussies and whatnot their gifts first then go east to west. Duh. (Or is it west to east. Oh well!) Reindeer? Clearly they are magical, duh. The giant bag of toys? Well, you just packs them all up for the country he is going too then since the different time zones just goes back to the North Pole for a little rest and to get the rest of the gifts. Fire places? Clearly, you use the front/back door. Suh. See I have you all figured out Santa. But I really need to know how you are treating those elves? All you do is check the naughty and nice list twice. So what? The elves are working their little fingers bloody while you eat cookies and drink milk. Don't mess with elves, they'll cut you. From, Casey 1 comment|post comment

[24 Dec 2009|03:48am] dear_you [samamba] Dear N, How many inebriated letters am I going to write you, honestly? You were on my mind too much last night, all things considered. (Tonight as well, of course, but it's not quite so inappropriate to be thinking of you tonight). There's still that part of me that's so convinced you feel something. (Half of my heart's got a real good imagination). Or why else would you still be prodding at me, putting in just enough contact to keep my latent hopes alive? Goddamn, this isn't fair. You're always just on the edge of my mind, just barely on my thoughts, but you always stay there. I can't tell Colin I love him because it wouldn't feel fair to him- or myself, or even you- to tell him that even if I know it's true, when I still have these feelings for you. What the hell is this? What keeps us attracted, what keeps us coming back to one another? Why do we have to make it so hard for each other to forget? It's hard to explain my feelings for you- I don't want you, but at the same time, I want nothing more than to be back in your arms. I do love Colin, and I'm happy with him- but I can't lie. Sometimes my mind just goes away when I'm with him, and I'm back with you, I'm back on the porch. I'm back to the last day before school when I pressed my leg against yours and told you I'd stay for one last movie. I'm back to the anxious, anticipatory way you looked up at me when I got the movie out of the DVD player and shifted in your seat, suddenly struggling to find words to cover your nervous excitement. ("Don't say a word, just come over and lie here with me, cause I'm just about to set fire to everything I see. I want you so bad I'll go back on the things I believe- there, I just said it: I'm scared you'll forget about me.") But I am so afraid you'll stop. So afraid that one day, you will move on and leave behind whatever nothing this is without a backwards glance. That you'll do as I've done and find someone to really be with, someone who is allowed to openly love you. One day you'll find a girl you actually like, and actually want to be with, and I'm going to look at her and it's going to hurt. It shouldn't, because I am with Colin, and you'd be doing only what I have been trying to do since April. But I feel like you can't- just can't date anyone- it would just hurt too much, it would be so painful and humiliating to see you happy with her when I can't be perfectly happy without knowing you're somewhere in the background. What in the hell is wrong with me? I want you, I want you so badly, I can't have you, I don't want you. I feel like IMing you, though I know it's a horrible idea- the next contact attempt has to be yours, doesn't it? I feel like that's the way this game works- it's your turn, and I can't explain why. (This is all me being high, and half of this is probably irrelevant). I won't IM you tonight- it would make me seem too eager, as you only commented on my facebook yesterday. I haven't seen you at all this week, which is weird, but I think that's probably a good thing. I will tomorrow, however. Will I wear my silver rings, or my gold? We'll see. Ugh, fuck this entire letter! Fuck my THC-fueled train of thought- fuck myself and inability to be satisfied with the amazing thing I have now. Colin has so much potential to be amazing. If he'd stop making so many declarations of love and how I'm the one and such I could be in love with him, real love- not what I feel for you. That's not love, that's infatua- No, it's love, who am I kidding? Fuck you. S. PS: This is going on the top five of embarassing letters to you. post comment

[23 Dec 2009|10:59pm] dear_you [burningsonata] Dear you, Do you say and talk about this stuff just to purposely make me feel like shit? Or is that just like an added plus on the side for you? Sincerely, Me post comment

[23 Dec 2009|10:02pm] dear_you [june_bugxo] dear yous, ( blah, ) no love, -your daughters bestfriend. dear you, ( blah. ) love, your bestfriend. dear boy, ( blah. ) sorry, your girlfriend. dear family, ( blah. ) love, your daughter/granddaughter/cousin/neice post comment

[23 Dec 2009|09:59pm] dear_you [december_lily] Dear Self, Welcome back! I missed you so much! Love, Potentially Accusatory Conceit post comment

[23 Dec 2009|07:37pm] dear_you [theanimequeen] [ mood | contemplative ] Dear Alex, You lost your phone...again?! Jeez... But I'm glad to know that why you probably didn't text me back...cause it was sometime around then I think that I had texted you. I'm glad you're doing better in school...Its about time!! You only have 2 years left anyways. If you do well now then college and everything will be a lot easier... I think it would be good for you to go to college. No one really thinks you will do well, and you're sister never went and we all expected her to. But if you go, and make something of yourself, then that would surprise everyone. Even me :) I really hope you do make something of yourself....and that maybe this summer I can see you :) I wonder...if I still like you? Who knows? ~D J, I don't know how I feel about you. One minute I think I love you, next I don't know. So I know that I don't in fact love you. I don't know if I still like you.... My emotions are haywire right now.... You and Alex both confuse me....I don't know who I like, who I don't, blah blah blah. But I just think that I don't like you anymore. And its a relief. ~D S, Fuck you too. I'm sick of you and your shit. Grow up already. ~D Self, Get something done!! ~Me post comment

[23 Dec 2009|05:27pm] dear_you [ayaubrea] Dear my two best friends in the world, People think it is wierd for two guys and a girl to be a trio of best friends, but I mean, look at Harry, Ron, and Hermione?  I love you two so much, it hurts me to think about not having you with me after we all graduate this year.  Sure, we are all going to community college for a while after we go to school, but it won't be the same.  People always tease me and provoke me saying that girls just can't be FRIENDS with boys.  They can!!  I don't have a crush on either of you, and everyone else out there needs to see that.  You two are my brothers and it would kill me if anything happened to you.  Being with you all this week has opened my eyes to how much you two really mean to me.  The little sister sends all of her love to her big brothers.  :) Love, Me. post comment

Dear Boyfriend, [23 Dec 2009|03:58pm] dear_you [fire56] [ mood | pissed off ] I vow to never play video games with you again. Ten minutes = one team deathmatch game. Twenty minutes = one sabotage game. ONE game is like playing twice. You turn into a jerk. And I'm fucking done with it. post comment

[23 Dec 2009|04:02pm] dear_you [hazelsummer] [ mood | confused ] Dear Someone, I am literally sick with envy right now. Why?! She is eighteen, like me, her life hasn't even started yet. Why am I so jealous? Who knows if she will make it through school now? Or find a good enough job to support herself and her baby? Who knows how long her boyfriend will stick around? But maybe that's it. Maybe I am jealous because someone wanted her that much. I've never even had a boyfriend, pathetically enough. And as a result of someone wanting her that much, she gets a person who will love her unconditionally because she is his mother. Her child. Her baby. Her son.  I will never have that. No one will ever want me that much. I am too tall, too ugly...never, ever good enough. I will never know the love of a man...or a child.  I feel empty right now. And incredibly, terribly selfish. I need to think of her, not me. Ashamed and sad, Me  1 comment|post comment

. . . [23 Dec 2009|12:34pm] dear_you [somanyregrets] [ mood | Cynical ] Dear You, When are you going to realize that I need serious support and intervention on your behalf? I don't need words, I don't need you telling me that you love me (because we both know that's a lie). What I need is for you to take a moment out of your busy schedule and help me get back on my feet. But that's too much to ask, is it? You won't do it, I know you won't. I guess I am worth that little. - Me post comment

[23 Dec 2009|03:51am] dear_you [shnayy] Dear you, I honestly cannot apologize for the ridiculous way my friends and I have been acting tonight. It's late, we're delirious, and we're jerks. Everyone knows that. So, even though I know deep down inside that we're taking things way too far, I can't apologize because I definitely get my kicks from being a total asshole. Sorry. Not. Dear you, GOD. I can't stop thinking about you. I like you as a person. I definitely find you sexy as hell. I've been having those domestic fantasies (among other fantasies), but really. This isn't gonna work. I had planned to use this break to get you off my mind, but it doesn't seem to be working. You're girlfriend -- who's definitely a friend of mine -- would be pissed if she could read my mind. Just stop being so attractive, okay? post comment

[23 Dec 2009|01:25am] dear_you [alliems] dylan, you, are you next project. cause some guys are good.. but you could be great. i want to drive you crazy and make happy and i will not be brushed of gently. just saying.. post comment

[23 Dec 2009|12:21am] dear_you [totheminute] Dear Sister, Everyone laughs at the fat sister in a 'haha you could have been so much better looking' sort of way. People secretly pity you. "What a shame she didn't turn out like her sister." I may weigh more than you do and you may be a motherfucking popular "well loved" scene queen (but it's lust, I assure you) but you have no right to talk down to me as if I an inferior. Don't talk to me like you are going through so much more than I am as if your life just means so much more. Your problems are not bigger, and even if they were they don't make you superior. Everyone goes through struggles. You are not elite for being 'burdened' with beauty. I have moved out of the house, am living on my own with a job, rent, a band, taking care of a bedridden father that you don't give a shit about, and finding time to go back to college. You're still in high school at home where mom does your dishes. Do not talk to me as if you've seen so much more of the real world; as if you have this 'enlightenment'. You make me hate pretty sisters. You make me hate thin girls. You make me hate myself. Fuck you, To The Minute 2 comments|post comment

[23 Dec 2009|04:04am] dear_you [drop_down_dead] Dear partners in crime, Sometimes I feel like I should be jealous of you two. You're both in happy relationships with your girlfriends and niether of you can see the day you're ever parted, which I think is both wonderful and completely adorable. I'm not jealous. And I'm being honest. I'm lonely, single, feel like no one in the world can love me for who I am, and yet I'm totally 100% completely purely happy for the both of you. What I worry about the most is one or both of you breaking up with your girl and leaving your heart broken, because that would break my heart too. Terra, I know it would hurt you the most because you moved halfway across the states to escape your abusive parents and be with your girl. I know you fear losing her because she means so much to you. I really honest and truly hope you two stay together forever. Kitty, you're younger than both of us, in a relationship that I cheer on but have a tiny fear that because you're young it won't last, because mine didn't last and I know how hurt I was when they ended. I don't want you to be hurt like me. I love both of you far too much to see you unhappy for whatever reason. Love you two, your boy Aki 1 comment|post comment

[22 Dec 2009|09:33pm] dear_you [haimonday] Dear you, I met your son today, and I found out about his life in under two minutes. He's fucking eight years old. When did you start abusing him? Since he was three or something? Well let me tell you something. He's eight right now; yeah, your son is EIGHT YEARS OLD. You and your late husband have abused him in so many ways. How the fuck could you! Hurting a little boy, telling him you don't fucking want him TO HIS FACE, your late husband committing suicide and letting YOUR son find out about it... Okay, what the fuck. It's sick. That boy has the face of a fucking angel and he's the sweetest thing ever. The fact that YOU put him through all of that when he is obviously so young is beyond me. It's beyond anything I have ever heard in my life. I'm going to do whatever I can to help that boy since you were never willing to. I know his Grandmother is his guardian, but she isn't the best to him either. But of course, she isn't as disgusting as you. That little boy is afraid to be touched because he thinks he's going to get hit. He doesn't trust. He MISSES you. I have no fucking clue how someone could miss you after all that, but at the same time, I totally understand why he misses you. You're his MOTHER. I think the mother he misses is the one who didn't say "I don't want you anymore!", but the mother he once had before you became the monster that haunts his dreams. If I ever find out who you are and we ever cross paths, I WILL give you a piece of my mind. I don't care what you think of me or even if you take anything I say into consideration... I just want you to know that you ruined his life and he's helpless. I just hope that one day, that little boy will grow up and show the world how fucking fantastic he REALLY is. I will not let you hurt him, ever again. Never again. Sincerely, Me post comment

. . . . [22 Dec 2009|05:37pm] dear_you [myscribblingpen] [ mood | shitty ] [ music | how do i breathe; mario ] dear S, it's hard... having no communication with you. i miss my phone. i can't explain. i bet you know how it feels naman eh diba?   i can't avoid feeling alone. gosh i need you. you keep me sane. without you, i'll be like this. see i can't explain myself anymore. i will EXPLODE. explode here at home. you're all i'm thinking of and i have nothing to do. i did the dishes already. i did a lot of chores. i accessed my facebook account already [>:)] i ran out of things to do. i don't want to sleep. what will i do? take a bath again?   if i can't have you, then i need time to pass. pass quick. until the moment i can have you.. i can see you again. i am so sorry. it's my fault. it's all me. sorry for acting like a kid. being irresponsible at home. being immature. i can't be responsible at all times, i need to rest. and i chose to be responsible at school, and to be lousy at home. guess that's wrong.. funny how i can be all goody-good-good at school and be the exact opposite of that at home. that's not right, right? hindi balance. i am a libra, the scales,  and then i suck at balancing things. balancing everything. i even suck at balancing chemical reactions. whatever shit. so i would change. show them i can be what they want me to be. and then i can have us again. master balancing. be good. whatever.. to have you again. i'm talking nonsense again, i'm sorry. your ex-girlfriend, A. post comment

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