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[personal profile] ai
Dear you,

Must you pull out the dramatics every chance you get? There is no need for your unacceptable behavior every time this occurs. Stand up for yourself. Stand up for what you believe in. Act like a proper knight of my kingdom or I'll be forced to exile you not only from this place, but from my life.

Respectfully (although not for much longer),

Your king.
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[personal profile] librariana
Dear you,

It was one hell of a triangle, I loved you, you loved her, she loved somebody else.
I ended it long time ago, but there are times I think about you more than I should.
Fortunately, I still can see who you really are, all of your faults and ridiculousness. I can't really blame you for not loving me. You can't force people to love you, right?

I am better without you and today I am again high on the feeling that after the period of "what might have been" thinking, I am again looking to the future. Happy future without you occupying my thoughts.

I still think that you are a truly pitiful person in some aspects, but you deserve some happiness too. Best of luck to you *cackle cackle* (because you are screwed anyway)

Signed:
Me, off to a great adventure called life :)
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[personal profile] character
Dear You,

Go die.

Good Ridiance,
Me
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[personal profile] zizi_west
Dear Love Spirits,

please stop sending handsome, muscular, nice-smelling men with big, dreamy dark eyes and long lashes my way. If you must send them, please let them come to my home, house of worship, local cafe, or grocery store instead of my workplace. It would also be tremendously helpful if they were somewhere in my age range & interested in long-term cuddling. Thank you.
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[personal profile] librariana
Dear Pedestrians and Cyclist I've met today

You suck!
I know it is Sunday, but really WTF?

No, it's not ok to walk on the road and not even try to get to the side of it when the car is approaching. I know that you certainly must walk beside your friend and not behind her, but couldn't you do one little step when the car is approaching and you see it? Because, you see, to pass you safely at reasonable speed I need some 50 cm between you and me and when there is another car passing my car on another lane I need additional 50 cm on his side. When you don't do this little step to the sidewalk the effect is as it was today - I need to stop my car, wait for another car to pass me and then pass you changing the lane while you are staring at me, still not going to the sidewalk I may add.

And Cyclists? Please do not stop in the middle of the road to talk on your mobile to ask for directions, on this little bridge there is little place as it is, I know that you and your bike are for sure slim and trimmed but there is still no place for you to stand there and two cars to pass.

I am not sure if swearing is allowed in this community so I refrained, but really, I mean really!??!?!
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[personal profile] azurelunatic
Dear phone,

It would be helpful to not drop calls. Really.

Argh,
me


Dear building,

Would it kill you to not block quite so many radio waves?

Argh,
me
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[personal profile] cheratomo
 Dear The Unattainable One

How many nights do I have to sit through you and your girlfriend hugging and kissing and squabbling and tackling until I realize that you will not like me? How many nights do I have to deal with your damn flirting and leading-on and being so caring and actually giving a crap about me until you realize you're the reason I've been upset? How much longer do I have to put up with you, and how much longer will you still treat me like I'm your number two girl?

Please do us both a favor-- and either make up your mind, or make your damn decision more obvious-- and if it's not in my favor, maybe you should leave me alone completely.

Signed,
Chain Through the Heart




Dear Heart
Yank that fucking chain out and get on with life already.
Signed,
That Girl Who is Sick of It
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[personal profile] kirana
Daphne.

When I am in bed, you are not to use it as a launchpad so you can look at the window.

No, wait, I changed my mind. You can use the bed, you cannot use me as the launchpad, the run-up, or anything that requires you to put claws in my flesh.

Don't act all surprised that I gave your bottom a tap, either. It hurt and so did the hydrogen peroxide.

Love and kisses (and bottom-taps when necessary),

The human who is not a launchpad
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[personal profile] character
Dear You,

What is it with you popping up out of the blue twice like that and talking to me like nothing had happened in the past? You chewed out a lot of people, including me, when you left. Now you're talking to me like we've been best buds for many years. You want to try and repair the damage you caused before? That's fine, but do me a favor and change your tactics. I'd much rather you take this slowly rather than blindly following until we crash and burn.

Uncomfortable,
Me
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Dear You,

I hate how I feel like you've been holding me back for what feels like forever. Do me a huge favor once and leave me alone. Give me peace of mind for more than one second, for fuck's sake.

Annoyed,
Me
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[personal profile] archersangel
dear  idiots who drive with their car stereos blasting,

why do it? personally i like turning up the volume on a song i love, but this goes beyond that. i can hear you from a mile away, sometimes literally, & my window shake. every song ends up sounding the same. "boom, ba-da boom, buzz!" this is what i hear. having your windows open so we can all get the full effect as you drive past isn't helping.

and when you'll need a hearing-aid at 35 or 40 do us all a favor & don't sue anyplace that you worked that might have been "noisy."

BTW 99.44% of us are not impressed with you for doing this, we think you don't have the brains that God gave a cantaloupe.


an annoyed citizen,
me

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[personal profile] character
Dear You,

I'm sorely disappointed in you. I admit I could be jumping to conclusions since I haven't seen what you did for myself, but when I hear it from my best friend I take it at face value. You promised both of us you wouldn't do anything stupid like this. Now that you apparently have, I'm scared and worried you won't be able to stop until you hit a sudden brick wall while doing a million miles per hour. You fucked up twice before. Please don't let there be a third time.

Your friend,
Me
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[personal profile] character
Dear you,

So let me get this straight... My dad has a narrow esophagus and got some food stuck in his throat tonight. After being unable to dislodge it himself my mom persuaded him to go to the ER. Four hours later I just talked to my mom on the phone and she told me how my dad is doing. He's currently stuck in a hospital bed, unable to swallow anything because that piece of food is still lodged in his esophagus, because the doctor on duty doesn't feel he's important enough. My dad is literally choking in his hospital bed and he's not worth this doctor's time? That's some fucking bullshit, I say.

Pissed off,
Me
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[personal profile] character
Dear You,

I think I'm going to have to re-evaluate things between us and not in a good way. It's fine you have new friends to hang out with now. However, I don't take kindly to being replaced. It's like you have just dumped me off, and I'm not the only one of your friends who feels this way. We haven't forgotten about you so please don't forget about us.

Conflicted,
Me
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[personal profile] archersangel
dear  neighbor's son,

please stop with the home-made fireworks. every time you fire one off, i flinch & the big ones rattle the windows. if i didn't know better i'd think you were aiming them in this direction.
why couldn't you take up a quiet hobby, like raising orchids?


your frazzled neighbor,
me

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[personal profile] ex_valo22
Dear Dumbfucks,

Stop calling my phone. This is becoming increasingly annoying, and has been happening frequently in the last few weeks. Today, though? Are you joking me, three calls in fifteen minutes? Get a life. Or best yet, why not try finding a brain. If you want to talk to me - and I realize you probably don't, you probably have the wrong number since you're calling from a 540 area code, whoever you are - leave me a fucking message and stop spam-calling me; I don't answer if I don't know the number or am not expecting a call from said number. For the other numbers calling me that are looking for certain people that sound as though they'd be of middle age or older and wold probably be African American - hello. Can you not hear that loud music playing in your ear, rather than a ringing sound? Honestly, I'd think that'd be enough indication that you have the wrong number. I don't think Edith, or Esther, or whoever it was you were looking for, would have something like "Behind the Crimson Door" playing on their phone.

So very sorry I don't have a message set up to make it more clear that I'm not the person you're looking for, but it's not my fault Verizon has been a piece of shit and for some reason the service is down, so I haven't been able to set anything up. Trust me, I'll get around to fixing that as soon as I'm able.


Growing tired of this crap,
Chris
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[personal profile] agalinis
Dear You,

Thank you for being an absolutely wonderful person when you were a customer in our store today. I've never been happier to be able to help someone find something as I was to help you, and I'm glad I got the chance to talk to you. Thank you for reminding me that while, yes I sell cards for whatever meager living I can scratch out of it, sometimes people do get a lot of meaning from the products I sell. And thank you for sharing your story with me. I can't imagine that after having two strokes and breaking my neck, I would be saying that "it really makes you appreciate what other people go through." You are the most wonderful, sincere person I've met in a long while. Thank you for reminding me that it's not the situation that makes you who you are, it's how you deal with it.

This was one of the few times I really, truly meant it when I said come see us again. Please do.

With great appreciation,
Me
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[personal profile] ex_valo22
Dear You,

Must you stick your nose into everything? Into things that aren't, or shouldn't be, your business? This place has been a revolving door for drama and trouble for the last couple of weeks, and it's starting to really bug me. For many nights now, every time I come home from a stressful day at work, I have to take in more stress by listening to your friends gripe and bitch, and yell. Tell them to keep their goddamn problems to themselves and at their own homes, and don't fucking drag them here. Do you know how late your drunkard friend Faye kept me up the other night? Four in the morning. She was up until four fifteen, yelling and cussing at John on the phone, and telling everyone and their fucking sister that she "didn't slash his goddamn motherfucking tires." Which, of course, she did. Fucking drunkard. Now, I realize it's not entirely unusual for me to stay up that late anyway on some nights, but I had to work the next day at twelve-thirty. I wanted to go to bed sooner, but her loud fucking mouth made that a bit difficult.

Then Terri over here yelling at Tommy on the phone last night ... There was a reason I shut the door and put on a CD in the PS3, besides just "sorry, I listen to loud music when I clean" - my television can go louder than my laptop. I don't want to hear them bitching at each other, it's sort of one of the plethora of reasons I don't go to their house anymore.

And let's not even get into Kari and her antics. I have no idea what's going on with her and those two guys, but I do know that I can't have you going around leaving voicemails like that for people, no matter how fucking pissed you are that they're lying sacks of shit and talking about your niece. How old is Kari again? Oh, right, almost thirty, with a seven-year-old kid. I think she can fight her own fucking battles, so I don't need you doing stupid shit that could potentially get you in trouble. It's none of your fucking business, even if the asshole is spreading lies. So? Let her fucking deal with it. Also, if she's going to come over every fucking morning after you get home, at least close my motherfucking door back so that your gabbing doesn't wake me the hell up. I close it best I can when I go to bed, but Kali always manages to get it fully open during the night, so when either of you start yammering, it wakes me up - like it has for the past three days in a fucking row. Cut it out, or I'm putting the goddamn litter box and food in the damn kitchen so I can shut my door all the way and not worry about the cat. That's where it should fucking be anyway, you're out of real reasons to make me keep it in my room. Not like you have a dog anymore. Which reminds me, I can't believe you tried to ask if I'd mind you bringing that pup home. What happened to "I don't want any more dogs after this one"? You said that after Charity, and then you got Angel, and then you lost that one, too. Fucking give up already, god. One shedding pet is enough.

And, lastly, stop being so ignorant of my financial situation, please god. It isn't just going to "be better" next month, and I can't comfortably split up payments like I was doing before. The last time, I was taking out around a hundred and fifty per week for bills. This week I work thirty hours - I'll be lucky if my paycheck even hits a hundred and fifty. And that was without the increased phone bill, and the fact I have to pay for insurance now. It just isn't going to work, and I don't know what I can do to make you understand that I am just not making as much as I had been. I'd ask you to help me out, but we both know you can't manage your money for shit, so there's no point. For fuck's sake, I'm the one who's got to ask every month if such-and-such has been paid for the month yet. You're welcome. You have to fucking work with me at least for the next couple of months; I have got to keep this job at least until after the first week of May. That concert trip puts a bump in things, and were it not for that, I'd be praying for a new job tomorrow. But as it stands, I'm stuck where I'm at until then. Fucking work with me, or at the least, stop telling me everything will be okay when it won't.

Aggravation building,
Me

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Dear work,

Yeah, fuck you and your stress, demands, shit hours and shit pay. Oh, and fuck those shitty backstabbing coworkers, too.

No love,
The one who's been taking your shit the longest

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Dear May,

Augh. Come faster. I need something good to look forward to. Even if it is an inconvenience in several ways, I don't and doubt I will in the future regret choosing to go. (Right. What would make me regret going to a HIM gig? Nothing, that's right. I just hope I don't get sick like I did the last time. Ack.)

Bouncing with anticipation,
Me

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Dear Dad,

Bring me back something awesome from Glasgow. x3 I know I said it didn't matter, but ... I'm still excited, hah.

Love,
Your little girl

P.S. It's still unfair. Psh. You should buy those Helsinki tickets for me for Christmas to make up for it. Hint hint.
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[personal profile] character
Dear You,

See if I ever go into your store ever again. I may even go so far as to complain about your lack of business skills to the local newspaper.

Not Pleased,
Me
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[personal profile] character
Dear You,

I don't know where you got the idea I hate you. After we broke up I just kept you at arm's length because I didn't want your toxins in my life anymore. I don't mind talking to you but you're foolish if you even think in the slightest things will be what they were between us. And stop using me as your security blanket when things go wrong in your life. I understand asking for advice, but when you start asking me how you should handle every single one of your problems it makes me want to shove you away and quickly. When I have to stop doing what I do for fun because you never learn to stand on your own two feet, I'm not going to be a happy person. Please learn to stand and walk on your own, even if it means you have to learn to crawl first.

Indifferently yours,
Me
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[personal profile] kirana
Daphne,

Quit it. Stop staring at me with your little kitty eyes.

You are not on my lap because you sit on the keyboard and my computer makes a heroic attempt at crashing to make you stop. You are not getting moist kitty food because, well, now it's just "because". You are not getting different dry cat food because this stuff is good for you (and expensive, besides, so show some appreciation, dammit) and made with actual meat and named ingredients instead of byproducts and chemicals I can't even pronounce.

I will not give in on these items, so stop staring at me. It won't do you any good and I will keep saying no just on principle.

Love and kisses,

your harrassed human
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