Light Up Your Letters

Dear Lissa

I don't even know why I talk to you. You don't talk back and you just make me feel horrible.

-Skye

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Dear real Skye

I wonder what you'd think if you knew a random girl loved your name so much she uses it. You'd probably be very creeped out.

You wouldn't realise that that girl looked up to you so much that she did the most ridiculous things to be like you. You wouldn't realise the amount of times she lay on her bed staring at the roof comparing herself to you only to be left with tears. You wouldn't realise that she talks to your picture on the back of her door, pouring her heart out.

No. You don't see it. But you aren't the only one. She understands that you don't know her. Afterall, how could you?

No one see her. The real her. The one that sits alone, scared of everything falling apart.

All she can do is hide herself. She already has started. A happy mood, a smile at all times and now even a new name. No one will suspect a thing.

But one day, that facade will slip. One day, everyone will see what they missed. And when that day comes, it will be too late.

-Skye

Dear you,

It's been two years since we've last spoken; it's been my mission to find you again, no matter where. And I found you. But I'm not going to say a word, I'm going to admire your talent from afar. We had a really cool friendship; I miss you. But you'll never know.

- me.

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Andrew-

I want a Monster. I want a Butterfinger. And I want you. Right now. ;;P
Love you most, babe. Oh, and by the way; you have no idea that I'm planning a little party thing for your 16th. Heh, heh.

-Court.

Dear you.

You're the Bart to my Lisa. The cheese in my macaroni. Thank you for your constant inspiration, ability to motivate me using random trivia, and always being there for me when I needed you most.

We need to keep score on how many times you got me hooked on something, whether it was a song, a band, or writing. Your stories are awesome BTW - don't you ever dare give up on writing, 'cause the day you do, I'm hunting you down and eating you, alive. Like that person who called you a slut, your ex's best frans, and so much more. :crazy:

Can't wait for Disneyland. I've already elaborated MANY times on what we're going to do. Waterguns + You + Me = Win. :tehe:

Oh and thanks for feeding my incessant need of knowledge of band members. I actually started watching LOTMS because you told me I need to watch LOTMS to get all the MCR jokes. And you know what? You were right. :tehe:

Again. Thanks, love, kudos, :arms:s, and lots of funny TAITV screencaps (:tehe:)

xoxo, Mayaps: expect another fic about you soon. :tehe:

Dear Stephanie

I am so jealous of what you have. You said that you believe that everyone should be happy with what they have and that you are happy with yourself-well I guess it's easy for you to say that considering you beautiful.

I would do anything to be like you. Absolutely anything.

-Skye

Dear Green Day,

Get your sexy selves down here already so I can meet you again.
:cute:

PS: Is it May 15th yet? No? Let me go back into hibernation then...

Muchstalkery love,
Ashlynn

Dear guy in my ItP class,

Just ask me out already. I promise I won't say no.

-Jinxeh.

Dear you,
I'm kind of glad that we don't really speak anymore, I know, due to observations of afar, you changed who you were to fit in with them, personally I don't think this new you suits you, because, it just doesn't. It seems odd to me.
Also, I realised you are infact a hypocrite, little miss "I'm so over loving people/men are all worthless". Sure thing darling, little miss had a boyfriend, then broke up and got with another guy around 4 days later. I would/could tear you to pieces and bring everything you told me against you and sabotage your life, but I'm nice enough to know how fragile you can be and how your just going to end up bitching about me to your superior friends and your petty man whore of a boyfriend.
Fuck ya, dingbat.
-me.

Dear Dom,
Come back from overseas already, we needa hang out, I just realised how much my life sucked without you to enlighten me, I've been studying in my holidays, thats how friggin bored the lack of you makes me.
come home.
-me.

Dear self

How I'd kill to leave you behind.

-Skye

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Dear god

I want to ask the truth from so many people but I'm scared of hearing what they have to say. I always felt that maybe if they actually told me the TRUTH I'd be happier knowing that 'Hey, we aren't the best of friends but we are friends'. But then I'm just unsure whether it'll just crush me to hear that.

I'm just confused. Sort my life out for me.

-Skye

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Dear Mibba

I'm really scared there will be a day where someone will tap me on the shoulder and tell me I need to leave you. I hope it never happens. If it does, I don't know what I'd do.

-Skye

Dear Dually,
I need you more than you realize. It freaking hurts when you're an asshole. Not just the calluses, bruises, and blisters I get, but it hurts mentally as well. I feel so pathetic writing this, but I love you.
Sincerely, Kelsey.

]Dear anyone

I think I’m losing my mind, Not in an insane kind of way, just losing touch with my consciousness, I’m just floating out there. I’m not even myself. I’m a combination of the gods knows how many people I want to be. I’m a horrible fake, I’m a liar and a cheat. I’m a two faced bitch who screws everyone over, fabricates things to pretend she’s interesting when really she’s as boring as anything. I cling to the hopes I’m half talented because I need to believe there’s a reason for my existence, that I’ve got some point to be here. Some light at the end of my murky grey-and-black tunnel. I cry at every given opportunity, I don’t even know why, I stopped adding up the reasons months ago. Now I just sob until my chest hurts and can’t even stick a point to it. I’m pathetic, this sounds pathetic to use that word in reference but I am. I’m fucking afraid, of absolutely everything and I never show it I’m so scared, I envy everyone I know. Even writing this makes me sick. Everything I do seems like a shit decision, like a fuck up in progress. I am a fuck up in progress. I can’t even describe what this is without being told it’s teenage hormones, I can’t juts leave this at hormones. It is up and down it’s just down and then down again but with a smile painted on. I can’t express myself, I can type out a story but I can string a sentence together I can’t even fucking function. I’m shallow as hell, I’m selfish and self involved. I think my hero would hate me if I met him, I’m everything he despises in a person. All I care about is my friends above that but I only make it worse when they need me because my advice is awful and I want to help them so badly that I just fail spectacularly. I don’t think I’m even making sense now. But yeah, I’m about one more pitfall in life from throwing in the fcuking towel entirely, Go on, just discard me, I’m not worth anyone’s time.

Ruby

To you ~
I couldn't believe it when I heard it, but then you actually proved it to me. Honestly, I felt horrible. I guess it just seemed like something it wan't, but still. I could have never guessed that. It didn't break me, but it sure as hell knocked me down. Things go on though, and so will we.
Love, Gate

Dear Pete Wentz,

Thank you for everything you've done for one of my best friends.
I know how many people think you've got a huge ego and you're an asshole. For all I know you are, but from what I do know you're not. It took me a while to actually like Fall Out Boy although I'm glad that I gave you, Patrick, Andy and Joe a chance. The true fans who see you as more than some "hot emo guy" never shut the fuck about you and I think I know why. I think you're brilliant.

I feel guilty for even considering looking up to you because of how much you mean to my friend. I would never want to take you away from her if that makes any sense. She liked you long before she started gravitating towards Patrick. As much as she could ever obsess over him I think you'll always be first place to her.

People have told me otherwise, but honestly, something tells me you're a good person.

-me.

Dear world,

Today is just one of those days where I wish I could fly off into the beautiful sunset and never look back. But I'm stuck here. I want out.

-me.

You.
I don't even know where to begin really. I've never been good enough or smart enough for you. I've never been the perfect daughter. You have no idea how many nights I've stayed up late crying because I didn't have any other option. When you tear me apart, it hurts more than anything else. It rips across my chest, and I can't breathe. I'm trying to loose weight, so I can be perfect. Like him. He will always be the perfect son, perfect looks and flawless grades. He's skinny, and healthy. He studies and you're proud. I need that. You've never been proud of me. The insults you throw my way, and the way you don't know how to be a father to me. It hurts. More than you can imagine. I see the disappointment in your eyes, the cruel sneers. I don't know how much more I can take. I was never your little girl. I was never good enough for you. And I'm sorry. The tears don't matter anymore, because all I feel is numb. I care, but you don't. I'm sorry I'm not perfect, anywhere near it.
Zi.

Princess;
... Thank you so much.
For reading God as Quinn and liking it and telling me and offering to give it to Brooke for me; I'm just now realizing how nice that was of you.
Thank you for being honest and not forgetting about it or not ignoring it.
Thank you for being so nice today; or rather, for not being quick. Maybe I really had just caught you at bad times.
Maybe it was a bad week and maybe that would explain it all. Maybe that's it.
Or maybe you know and you're scared of me now. Or maybe you know and you're scared of how you'll react. What you'll do; what you want.
All of it is possible, the question that should be prosed would be based on probability.
I just... Thank you. And I'm sorry.
You don't know what a few words can do to a girl like me.
All my love.
-J

Doubles;
I hate you.

-J

Dear NCIS Writers,

Thank you for making your show not only amazingly cool, with the awesomest theme song and music and having a diverse and interesting group of individuals as characters... but also the heaven of all things Slashy.

Your Slash Addict Fan,
Cassie. :tehe:

Dear B

Man, I wish you could go tomorrow. I kinda feel like you don't really want to though so fine. I'll see you whenever.

-Skye

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Dear you

Stop being such a bitch to me. Don't overreact. It wasn't my fault. :file:

-Skye

Dear Mozart.

Xavier Lefevre pwns your face.

That is all.

Nat. x

Dear Diyana,
you actually went ahead with Haikal.
I said,
never leave your friends for a boy,
and what did you do?
You went off with him anyway.
Gee,
that's really nice.Love,
afiqah.

Dear ___,
Fuck, you're annoying.
I mean... seriously.
I can't even express how angry you make me.
- anneliese.