Light Up Your Letters

Dear Harry Styles,

I fucking love your eyes! :3

-A

Dear you know who,

I love you and always will, I love every second with you.

-Am

Dear James,
I hope your dad isn't being too much of a shit. I love you, talk to you soon.
- Daisy

Dear Neysa,

Please break up with Sabrina and get back together with me. I miss you

-A

Dear Rich Best Friend,

Stop asking me to pay for your alcohol and cigarettes when we get wild or asking to share MINE that I BOUGHT with MY money when you said you didn't want anything. I know your parents hand you out money left and right. In case you didn't know, both of those things are somewhat expensive.

Love,
Your less fortunate, money scraping unemployed but looking for employment best friend.

Dear S,

I don't think you realise just how much you mean to me. It's hard for me to say it right, without either understating or making it look like I'm in love with you. I am not, unless you mean "in love with you as a best friend". You came into my life at the time when I needed someone the most, and you really helped me through some rough times, some even without knowing it. I don't tell you all the bad things that are going on because I don't want you to worry about me. I don't want you to feel responsible or like you don't do enough, because you do and you mean the world to me. I want to properly tell you thank you, but I don't think I can. I love you, you're my best friend and I am so thankful for you.

Love,
Imre
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Dear J,

I miss you. I miss us. I wish you still felt the same. Change your mind, and I'll be there in a second.

Love,
Imre

Dear kitty,

I can't wait to take you home.

Love,
Amy.

Dear dad,

I don't want to be a doctor.

sincerely,
your daughter.

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Dear guy who I spilled cola all over when we were little,
you should talk to me. You've got a really nice face.

Love,
the girl who ate your burger when your parents took us to the beach.

Dear M,

I'm so glad that we're still friends. When you broke up with me, I worried it was going to be awkward forever, but now I'm glad we're just friends. We're better as friends, I think.

Love,
Imre

Dear S,

I don't really want anything to do with you anymore. And I'm not saying that as a cunt, I'm saying it because it's the truth. No hard feelings, I'm just over it.

- Elizabeth.

Dear A,

I'm tired of the way you treat people and I don't care if you're 11 either because that isn't an excuse. The behavior is getting old so do us all a favor and start treating us right.

- Lis

Dear Devon,

I'm realizing that I'm going to have to accept my anger at you as something that is manageable, but may indeed be a fairly long-term emotion. You are a child. You're depressive, immature, arrogant, and spiteful; though you advocate for the opposite and claim that I am the one acting impulsive. I listened to you for a long time, but now it's clear to me: you're wrong. Each conversation we have consists of you saying something spiteful and just god damned cruel, trying to cause hurt. And then you go back behind your "introverted shell," gather your mob of people who will "protect" you, and act like the universe has just decided to conspire against you. I know it's not your fault. Yes, I know honey. It's your step-grandmother. You say certain words; have certain beliefs, and I know they are the ones she planted in you. My mom did this to me: I would root for her twisted lies so much that I actually made myself believe what she believed. And yours has taught you to deal with these problems by being immature, sneaky, irresponsible, for selfish gain rather than resolution... You are a child. You have no idea, yet, what it means to be an adult. I don't know if you ever will, or if it will take some time being independent. I feel sad for you, knowing you don't have the ability to resolve your conflicts with me and Tim. You'll learn. You'll learn that if you truly want to solve the issue, you will be mature and open, not fickle with your jaws. I am no longer indebted to you. I am angry at you, and that's okay.

But I never have a day during which I don't wish I could help.
Much love.

Katrina.

Dear School,

Please close and let us have a snow day tomorrow

Emma

Dear _____,

I'm already starting to like you. My brain is a scumbag for thinking it already. We went out once, but I can't deny that it was such a great time. I felt comfortable, I felt relaxed, I was only nervous in the beginning because I haven't seen you in 7 years. We laughed a lot at the horrible movie we saw, and then just laughed over dinner about anything we talked about. It was just a really great time. I want more times like that, and I want a relationship to come out of this.

-Lisa

Past me,

I looked through this thread and my old posts from two years ago, and I'm so glad I'm not the girl you are. I've grown and matured. I see posts about being alone, about being sad and angry and rejected, but if anything you were only one of those things: you were sad. I pity you. You'll learn that playing the victim isn't always best, and it definitely isn't right. You're so pathetic, but I know you were trying. I guess that counts for something, but I still want to close the book on you and never look back.

We have a lot of flaws still. I'm very bitchy and rude, and I know I still have double standards. But you know what? I did really well in school last year, and year eleven and twelve looks good. I've been in a relationship for almost a year and a half with a boy I'm still head over heels for. When I'm sad, he's there for me, and so are the other friends you tried to push away. I'm still a little crazy sometimes, but I am so much better than you. I wish you could look forward and see that, so you'd stop being sad and take action. But it doesn't matter.

Only a fool trips on what is behind him.

Natalie

dearest you,

always fond, forever impatient, hoping to see you in dreams

Hey you,

I love you. And nothing would make me happier than knowing that that's enough for you.

Rachel.

Dear dad,

I miss you so much tonight.

Dear Justin,

I thought you liked me, I thought you wanted a relationship. You were so excited to come see me when you were on leave, but as soon as I said "i'm working late, so I probably wouldn't bother coming," you didn't even try to convince me to let you come. I know now you were just looking for sex. You tried to make me believe you were a good guy, but as soon as I mentioned we wouldn't be able to have sex cause I'd be on my period, you suddenly were bummed out. I'm so fucking pissed off at you now. You've barely even texted me since I told you to not bother coming. I even made a suggestion to come on the second half of your leave, but you blew it off.

You're about to leave on a nine month deployment, and I'm not going to wait nine months for you. You chose to not make anything official between us, so I'm going to pursue the other guy that's interested in me. SHould I be single in nine months when you come back, then we'll see. Of course, that's all if you keep in touch with me while you're deployed. Maybe, just maybe I can forgive you for what you've done in the past couple of days to hurt me.

-Lisa

Dear Lee Jinki,

Your eyes are so so so pretty it hurts. Stop hurting me with your sweet Asian brown eyes.



~M.