Thursday, March 30, 2006

Letters I want to write But will never mail...

Dear Brother,
Would you please pull that carrot that you call your christian duty out of your ass and stop preaching to me and actually call, just once to see how I am doing, and not to tell me I am going to hell. I love you and want a relationship with you, but you piss me off to no end.
Love,
Your Hellbound sister

Dear Bitch,
Will you please just get out of my life. You cause problems, problems make me stress, so you make me stress. You are not all that, you just have a pussy people use. Too bad your ass has a direct line to your mouth though.
Sincerely,
The bigger bitch

People with response cards,
That little thing that came inside the wedding invitation, you are supposed to return it. With a yes I am coming or a no I am not. If you show up, there may not be enough food for you, and being the bitch I am I may tell you to wait since you easily dismissed that simple little card with the two little check places that was easier to figure out than one that said will you go with me from your elementary days. It is addressed and everything. No card, no food. Sorry. Starve, its my wedding and I am not going to worry about it.
Respectfully,
The Bitchy Bride

To the person who wrote this,
Somedays
I am so tired
of reading
of listening
of understanding
of hearing
of excuses
of caring
of needing
of wanting
of feeling
of doing
of responding
Somedays
I am so tired
of existing.
So many times I have read this and understood how someone could get to that point. I hope you find your way.
Reading,
Because I care

Dad,
You freaking drive me nuts. All the time. Everyday. But I love you ya big lug.
Love,
Your Daughter

To my friend,
We have never met, but you are very special to me. We may not talk everyday, and mostly only when I get on YM, but I think of you all the time. I wonder how you are and if things are looking up for you. To me you are not just a friend online, but one IRL. Whenever you smile your face lights up and your eyes twinkle, and I wish you would or could do that more often. Just wanted you to know you are cared for, even when you don't think you are.
Love,
A friend

Ryans dad,
You are the biggest freaking asshole I have ever met. I know you are proud of this fact, but you are not even good at it. Good assholes are assholes to people, not to their kids. Once I thought the world revolved around you. You could and did anything you wanted to me, but as soon as your pants came down I was your slut. The only reason I stayed so long and dealt with your sadistic shit was because when you were not drunk or high or fucked up, the sex was crazy good. But now it just makes me sick. So fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Everyday I look at my son and I see you. But the you I see is what you will never be. Sweet, beautiful, and wonderful. His eyes are so much like yours, but not tainted with the hatred that has ran through your blood and ruined you. I will never tell Ryan just what kind of monster you are, but he is slowly finding out that daddy doesn't mean love.
Fuck you loser,
Your baby's mama
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