Dear Anonymous,
Do yourself and me a favor and stop pricking and moaning. I'll be mature when I want to be, I'll be immature with my friends, and I'll change to suit your needs the moment you either shed that foolish imprudence of yours or shoot yourself in the head and survive.
Dear Anonymous,
I don't even know who you are, o__o, still, I hate you for being the bastard who gave the vote to Texas non-residents getting ridiculous tuition charges. Please jump off a cliff. Thank you for giving me a wonderful education.
Dear Anonymous,
I looked up to you all my childhood. Why did you have to die that way?...
Dear Anonymous,
I'll be honest... I absolutely did not see that coming. Heck, when was the last time I saw you before that event?! >__>
Dear Anonymous,
Pants. That is all.
This one is the most sentimental for me:
Dear Anonymous,
I can't believe its been this long. About...5 years? Yes, 5 years since you stole my heart, over 3 years since you nuked it in half. It was that Friday, yes. The Friday before Christmas break. You sure have a heck of a good timing, that's why I feel in love with you. I still remember, I felt so much for you. And in terms of math, my feelings for you are a 1/x equation from X = 0; My feelings may lessened since then, but they never have, and never will, reach 0, until the end of time.
To this day, I don't get it. Not all the mathematics, psychology, nor science in the world will help me reach my goal of understanding you, and how I can convince you of my worth. Did you run away because of me? I know you were not part of the rest, and you shouldn't think like the rest who misunderstand me and see me as a thread. I still don't think I'm wrong, and that is evident by the fact that I still think about you to this day.
Oh, of course. I 'like Pokemon', you are just a normal girl. This thread will die someday, so it's probable that you'll never see this, and this will never see the dawn of day to grab your attention. Have you changed? Are you afraid of me? Do you see me as a threat?...
I... want to know. I'm so close to you now, yet I'm so far away. I have the maturity to tell you what I feel, and yet more fear to approach you. I just want to tell you you were unique. You impacted my life in the right direction in exchange for having me suffer. Maybe one day for one moment in time... you'll think back. And if only you could see how much I really changed...
It can be said that maybe I still love you to this day, or it can be said I'm over you. Mathematics says I still love you, science says I'm over you, but my heart and soul... will never pass judgement again, not until the day you mend them. And until that day, I'll still be thinking.
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Dear Anonymous,
And you, how much have you impacted me, really? My heartbreak for you is still fresh, but I'm pretty damn sure either your parents are crazy, or you're crazy. Either way, screw off. Stop looking like you still want me. Why did you do THAT in the first place? I don't trust you.
I will, however, give you credit for pushing me into my fan-fiction operation. That is all. You may want to look back, but I will keep looking straight.
Dear Anonymi,
I can only thank all of you for being bullies. You pushed me in the right direction. What reason do I have to hate you, now that I look back? Unfortunately, I've heard about your school's situation, so it is with no regret that I'll have to pity you.