Light Up Your Letters

Dear Scott MacIntyre,

Everything I posted in that comment was true.
I may not be religious but your music is so tender, beautiful, and inspiring.
You are the most beautiful person. Don't let anyone else tell you otherwise.

Keep the Faith,
Cassie.

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Dear Diva,

I wave my white flag.
I cannot do this anymore.
So either relax, forgive, and forget, or get the fuck out completely and stay the fuck out.
Don't nose your little way back in just to gossip behind my back.
i'm beginning to hate you, and i told myself i wouldn't hate anymore.

No more Love,
Cassie.

Dear ----,

You know, you can be a real asshole. Making fun of me and being a complete jerkfce. But then at times like these you can such an adorable dorkshop and care more about me than anyone.

Sometimes you yell at me and call me stupid.
Sometimes you hold me when I cry and tell me I'm beautiful.
Sometimes you put me down every seocnd you get.
Sometimes you let me beat you up when I can't contain my anger anymore.

Sometimes I wonder if having you as my friend is okay.
Sometimes I wonder if I would be happier without you.

And then I realize I'll put up through the pain for moments like this.
Don't leave me, kay? I can't deal with that again.

-Dana

Dear Kat,

I'm sorry if my Twitter updates keep you up. Three hour time differences are lame. But here's a suggestion, wait for it...TURN OFF YOUR FUCKING PHONE FOR ONCE! Listen to me, dammit! :grr:

Love you, mean it! :cute:

Drea

--

Dear Hortencia,

If you call me up, saying you miss him one more time, I may just scream and rip my hair out. Stop answering his goddamn calls and get it through your thick head that you have a pretty warped idea on what love is. I know that sounds messed up, but it's true, and I'm not going to sugarcoat it for you. I'm going to keep yelling at you and being brutally honest with you. And if it offends you and makes you stop and think of how utterly stupid and clueless you're acting, than at least I'm getting through to you. Somehow. I love you and everything, but seriously now. This is making me pretty exhausted. I won't be able to help you all the time, so you're just going to have to figure this out for yourself eventually. I'm not giving up on you, I just want you to see that you need to figure this out on your own sometimes. 'Kay?

oxoxo
Drea

PS: I'll answer if you call during American Idol, but I'd prefer it if it happened after Adam Lambert's performance. Yes, I'm a silly girl, whatever. kthnxbai

Dear -----,

Please make this stop. ;_;

- Ciara.

Dear Isa,

I love the title.

-You-know-who.

- - -

Dear me,

Here we go again. Rather predictable aren't we? :file:

Not so sincerely,

Yourself.

Miss,

I beg you to please hurry up and mark my frickin' English assignment!
I worked for four weeks on that! F-O-U-R. W-E-E-K-S.
C'mon! I worked the hardest ever in my entire life on that. I truely did.
Please mark it soon, please.

Sincerely,

Jacki.

--

Dear E-Penguin,

I love you and all but what am I doing wrong? I really don't know.
Why are you unhappy when I'm around, or is it just me? It really seems as though you just don't really want me around.
Maybe its just one of those weeks, but how long will it go on?
Sorry I wasn't around on the holidays and stuff, I am but.... I just want to know what I did.

Love,

J-Penguin.

Dear Friends

I really want to see The Boy In The Striped Pyjamas but I don't think any of you will want to watch it with me. This is something I really want to see but I have a feeling everyone will be 'busy' if I ask.

I know I can't always have things my way but I wonder if at least a couple of people would come. I doubt it.

-Skye

Dear Bradshaw,
I think I can do this.
Yours,
Kirshtoy.

Dear God,

Do you hate me or something?
Or am I just not supposed to write?
It seems like everytime I have something good in mind for a story my computer craps out.
Now, I lost my thumb drive in the black hole that is my life.
Is it because I'm a bit agnostic sometimes?

If I say I'm sorry will it magically appear?

Sincerely,

Tara (Not that you didn't know that)

---

Dear Muse,

Are you working with God or something?

Tara

Dear Dad

I'm sorry I lied to you.

-Skye

Dear Hannah,

Do me a solid and actually show up to school. It sucks being a loner because your friends aren't there...P.E. was such a drag...

Yours truly,
___.

Dear ----,

YOU ARE CREEPING ME OUT TO HECK.
YOU COULD BE THE NEXT FREDDIE KRUGER ONLY HAUNTING ALL MY REMAINING DIGNITY.

I NEED SPACE, MAN.

-- Ally.

Dear Ella,
You think you're better than me. You think you're better than everyone.
You're not. You're actually really annoying.
And fake.
And you're not impressing anyone. Well, certainly not me.
Thanks for saying very loudly in ICT today that Bradshaw & Lewie are the only people you like in this class. Real nice.
They'll end up seeing through you, y'know. No one can stay like that forever.
So I suggest you get a clue before you lose someone else.
Yours,
Kirsty.

Dear Bradshaw,
As long as you still regard me as the girl you can chat musica to, I don't mind.
And you do do that. You do that very well.
So, er, thanks.
But I don't need to see you walk with Emma and get jealous anymore -
because I know she couldn't lend you a Clash album.
Yours,
Kirstoy.

Dear you,

I hope you are alone, I hope you're not happy and I hope you are having really bad set back. Maybe a little bit of depression on the side.
I hope you will wonder why I am saying this but I think you know.
How dare you treat me like this? The same way as you did her?
But you know what, I hope you are alone.
And I'm not, neither is she.
We both have great boyfriends, who we really like and might even love.

I will never love you, never did, never will.
I hope you will end up alone your entire life.
Because, what you did to me, will come back 3 times harder.

xo,
Leonie

Dear ____,
I'm sorry, I know how you feel but i just don't feel the same way anymore.
I know that you want to be with me and to be honest, I'd love to be able to give that to you because I know how happy that would make you. But sometimes, you have to do things that will benefit you because no matter how selfish it sounds, if you don't do what's best for yourself then no one will. I don't love you anymore,
I'm sorry
Emily.

Dear Mum and Papa:
I’m sorry I keep trying to protect everyone I “snitch” about . . .I can’t stop this habit and its eating me alive feeling guilty that I “snitched” today. I hope you guys’ll understand.
Zoe.

Dear Insecurity:
I am becoming annoyed with your presence; you make my skin crawl and you make everything about me feel out of place. Often, I just wonder if I should just commit suicide and end all of my misery. Then I realize that it is you that make’s me feel this way—but I can’t stop, and you make me feel so bad. Often, I wanna cry—but I know I’m stronger then that. But I’m not strong enough to prevent you from tearing me to shreds daily and I want you to go away. I want to at least feel beautiful about myself for once . . . all I ask of you is to go away. Please.
Zoe.

Dear creepy scumbag,

Words cannot explain how much I loathe you.
You're a perverted psycho. And I hope it hurt when I refused your offer.

Dear Mibbians:
I am a liar. I’m the biggest one you’ll ever know. I’m not nice at all—I’m actually quite mean when you think about it. I am a liar so don’t be fooled whenever you see my face. I am a liar.
Zoe.

Dear ---,
Wow. Just wow. I never would have guessed that. Why even try anymore?
That just broke me.
Sincerely, Yours For Never.
*****
Note to self,
Give it the hell up and let it go. It'll do you no good.
Sincerely, You.

Princess;
Stop it.
Stop hating me for no reason.
Stop looking at me for no reason.
Stop it. Stopitstopitstopit.
I did nothing to you. Nothing at all.
There is no reason for you to be quick with me, Miss.
All I am is nice to you; I mostly stay far out of your way.
I've left you things, and they've made you smile. I've smiled at you. I've tried being helpful.
All I asked was a favor and you're just so fucking quick...
Well, you don't know how that hurts, Miss. You don't know how much fear you instilled in me.
I don't think you like my stutter, but I can't help it; it's what you do. And hell, you stutter too, when you read! Don't you dare let that bother you.
And my knowledge, or lackthereof? I get too scared to tell you what's right or what I was trying to say. Your look. Your eyes. It all just says I'm wasting your time.
But you're still looking at me. At lunch. In the lobby. It doesn't matter if I'm three feet away from you or in another room, you're looking at me. I've caught you, Miss. Now explain yourself.
Please, before I combust. Tell me what I did. Tell me what I can do.
Tell me I have a chance.
-J