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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..

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.

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

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

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

Title: Coming Clean
Drabble
Characters: Kurt & Logan
Genre: friendship
Universe: 616 comics
Kurt questions his best friend's actions in X-force.


To the fic...

Dear Santa:
I'm not going to start this letter by telling you how good I've been this year (you already know that), so I'm going straight to the point and this is what I want for Christmas:

1- Health & Happiness for all my family and friends (a little more sanity & common sense would be great too)
2- a MacBook Pro (the MB990 model): hopefully I'll be able to install Photoshop & rekindle my love for design <3
3- a boyfriend please!! Preferably Shannon Leto (I know you can pull it off!)... or Sam Witwer, or Henry Cavill, or Travis Fimmel... or Charlie Hunnam (any of these hot guys would be great)

Thanks in advance!!
Love
XOXO

Ivy

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.

Dear N,

Didn't I ban myself from writing to you months ago..? Ah, well. It was your turn to make contact tonight, apparently, by suggesting I download an Eric Clapton album- which would bring me back to the last time we spoke, which was because of an Eric Clapton joke. It reminded me, then, of your comment that you hated conversations on statuses- "that's what AIM was made for."

I didn't IM you, though your intent was to make me. I wrote on my boyfriends wall and had a 25-comment conversation on my status, instead.

Enjoy your excessive me-related notifications :]

S.

Dear Me,

Deep down, what do you really think your need to rub your happiness and indifference to him in his face means?

You'd better keep ignoring the feeling in the pit of your stomach that something's just a bit to the left of where it should be- that something's a bit off. Most of the time you feel just right in C's arms- just those times where he looks at you in that way- so indescribable- loving, grateful, reverent, emotional- and you have to duck your eyes away because you're not as amazed as he is. Even now you still don't really believe he's in love with you, not really- after all he's been through, all his insecurities, you think it's more gratitude, infatuation, and novelty than love. (That's cruel of you, but what do you ever think that isn't cruel?)

What you don't think is that you deserve it. Sure, your relationship is functional and healthy and real, but the balance is still so tipped. He keeps calling you the one, for Christ's sake, and you don't even know how to tell if you're falling in love with him. You don't know how to stop yourself from writing 3 AM letters to someone you told yourself to never become involved with again. You don't even know how to open up and trust him, though you keep telling yourself you do.

Ugh.

You.

(Dear anyone else,

Read: 

Dear N,
Suck it, you love me.
S.

Dear Self,
Suck it, you love him.
You.

Sam, with shame.)

Dear You,

*blush* I'm going to go all Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer here. We should have a pillow fight in our underwear or something. (Please know that I'm kidding, and what I actually mean.)


Dear the most kick-ass in-laws in creation,

NEXT TIME YOU SHARE! Kidding again, lame Family Guy reference, I know, but hopefully it brought a laugh, and not the opposite reaction.

Much Love,
Aimee

Dear Dad,

Not writing anything in that Christmas card was colder than not sending one at all. I wish you'd realize what you do to yourself.

Unfortunately, you raised your children right - we stick together. So, when will you realize that when you hurt one of your children, you hurt them all?

Your other daughter awaits her apology, and I can guarantee she'd welcome you with open arms if you'd only say you were sorry and promise not to let your wife meddle in our affairs and criticize our mother ever again.

I, however, am not so good at forgiving, and I am even worse at forgetting.

Sincerely,

Your Eldest

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Hello! :)

I am planing on going to Ireland to live there for two-to-three weeks, but have never gone out of the country before (well... I've been to Mexico and Canada [I'm in the USA] but it's not really the same thing). The trip is still in the makings (no official travel dates yet, just getting information) and was hoping I could get some pointers/information for "good things to know when traveling"? I'm googling, etc but wanted to ask actual people, too haha.

Questions off the top of my head:

• Can I use my laptop there? I've heard the power outlets are different but assume I can get a converter? Or are there enough internet cafes that I won't have to worry about it? :)


• What are your suggestions/opinions about international phones compared to just emailing? Are they worth the cost?


• When is the best time to book a flight? 6 months before? 3 months before? Does it matter?


• How to find cheap flights (www.cheapestinternationalflights.net?)


• Any ideas on how expensive public transportation is there, or ideas about the best way to travel (I've heard renting a car is pretty pointless).


• Other stuff? :)

Thanks!

Dear you,

      You probably picked the best fucking time in the world to leave me.  Now you don't have to deal with or even think about all the "awesome" things happening in my life.   Like how dad just put his bank account into an 800 negative balance and won't get paid for like two weeks.  So yeah, we're pretty fucking screwed.  He's gonna try to borrow money against my car.  So from now on both my home and car will be in danger.  Who knows, i could be living in a cardboard box by next week at this point.  But at least now you don't have to deal with it.  Thanks for bailing on me right before I needed you most in life. 
      You're not grown up or more mature than everyone else like you think.  A mature person doesn't just throw away what we had.  A mature person doesn't expect she can just treat someone like shit, leave them, break their heart and then expect to be friends like it never happened.  You're more immature now than you've ever been, and the way you act just makes you come off as a stuck up ass. 
      I don't know why I'm even bothering to write this.  You're so beyond me at this point.  You were way beyond me the moment you decided you didn't love me anymore and that I wasn't worth trying to love.  You called it a hissy fit, but the fact is I really do wish we'd never met.  I wish I hadn't spent several years of my life loving you, taking care of you, and helping you overcome depression.  How many other people tried to help you with any of it?  Last time I checked the only help anyone offered you was calling you a dumbfuck and yelling at you, cuz that helps so much.  

Merry F@($l#% Christmas,
Me



P.S.  You broke my heart and treat me like dirt now.  Guess what? You SHOULD feel guilty.  

dear driving instructor:

thank-you for having faith in me and passing me on my driving test today. you have boosted my confidence a bit and i feel awesome. thank-you so much. : )

Dear "Friend",

What did I do to deserve this? It seems like everywhere I go, every time I think that I may just be okay, I'm hit with either a rush of resentment (and/or other angry/irritated emotion), or everything grinds to a complete halt before it even begins. It seems that you seem to enjoy making me look like a fool, and motivating everyone to hate on me.

When I'm standing in the kitchen and you guys are downstairs in that little alcove area, I can hear you. Why the hell would I be a poor-sport, a coward, ect.? I wasn't even hanging around with you guys! I'm always on the outside looking in, as none of you want anything to do with me. It's like a big, giant hypocritical circle, and I'm bloody sick of it.

Plus, the fact that you got my cousin to say things about me really made me angry. I know that I'm a little more solitary than everyone else, and that E probably hates my guts anyways, but I have enough problems with my family. Of course, you would know everything about that, wouldn't you? My parents love you a lot more than they love me.

I was actually looking forward to today, and you ruined it.

Much disdain, me.

- - -

Dear Mother,

I don't want to see you. I don't want to even talk to you. Every time I have a "visit" with you, I come out of it more angry and confused than before. I swear to god, once you start talking you drive around in circles for hours before we even start towards our destination. You need help, and you need to get over what happened in this house. You're stronger than this... or you were once.

No love, me.

- - -

Dear Step-mum (to be),

I do not need to know about you and my dad's sex life. Just hearing about it makes me want to vomit. Bragging about your bedroom exploits doesn't add to my respect for you, it just makes me not want to talk to you for two weeks. Again.

Me.

- - -

Dear E,

Just because you don't think something is funny, doesn't mean other people have to bend the same way. I really resent you sometimes - you act so fucking condescending, like I'm some kind of stupid child that doesn't know anything. Well, you know what, I'll like what I want to, and I will do what I want. There's nothing you can do about that, no matter how much of a drama queen you are. Part of me is looking forward to the day you get on that plane and fly back to NB.

Ticked, me.

Dear You,

Are you really mad because I laughed at a funny joke? Come on, that was really genuinely funny, regardless of feelings. Someone who hates him probably would have laughed at that. Not to mention, I'M A MARRIED WOMAN. And I have self-control, because that was a joke. The "soulcest" thing, also a joke.

I don't know, maybe there's no problem and I'm being paranoid, and I don't want to dig any holes that may or may not exist any deeper. For example, if I were to say, "I like you. You remind me of me," I would mean that as a joke, poking fun at the misconceptions people have about me where they think I'm this conceited, loathesome creature, while also meaning that I see a lot of personality traits we have in common which translates to me as a wide open opportunity for friendship. But the picture my mind is painting of how you'd actually take that is making me want to cry. :( When I speak it tends to be a lose/lose situation because people are going to believe what they want to believe and only hear what they want to hear in my words, and it's enough to drive a person mad, trust me. I would imagine you listen to a lot of venting about that very same thing, actually.

I guess I'll quit while I'm still breathing.

Love,
Aimee

P.S. The fangirl icon is also a joke.

Dear You,
Please just let me go.
I'm not strong enough to ignore you.
But I need you out of my life.
This can't go on anymore.
You won't change my mind.
Goodbye.
Love,
me


Dear boy,
Yeah, this is awkward. Last night was so awkward too. I should have talked to you, or I wish you would have talked to me. Except for its kind of wrong, because I'm probably only attracted to you because you remind me of him. Yet, I feel like I lost a good chance. I hope we make something more of it next time. If there is a next time.
-girl you don't really even know