Dear anonymous,
You are the most unprofessional woman I have every had the displeasure to work with. The fact that you were not only able to get into graduate school, but to earn a master's degree in the English language is a thought that completely blows my mind. I do not appreciate the fact that you come to class, unprepared, at least five minutes late every day. That you are an instructor in the first place ridicules what little dignity this university is trying to build back. To think that you can just give all my classmates C's without giving one lesson and then have the audacity to actually tell them that their best might never be A material is simply unacceptable. This is an undergraduate level course, and an introductory one at that. As long as we're putting in the effort and following the syllabus that you yourself fail to keep up with, there's absolutely no reason to earn anything lower than a B. I also didn't appreciate that you made an example out of my draft and tried to get the other students to emulate my reflective style - and yet my paper wasn't even good enough for an A.
You only have one session, and you're making one heck of a mess of it. I cannot wait until I meet with the English Department Chair.
Dear anonymous (2),
You really are someone I can talk a great deal with, and you seem to understand things a lot more than most of my friends. Even if it's just a text or two, I'm always happy to chat with ya. Thanks for being a great friend, buddy.
Dear anonymous (3),
I'm really, really sick of this ride. The moment I think you're out of my head and things can just move on as they should, I realize the song I'm listening to fills my imagination with nothing but you. As much as I'd really love to just shake you out of my head, I don't want to let go of the first real feelings I've had for another in a long time. It's not healthy and I wish my heart would just listen to my head, but what can I do? You make me completely powerless. The things I did to get close to you were completely selfish, and while you nor anyone else really knows the full story of what I did, I just want you to know I'm not that kind of guy. It's just, well, you're different. I feel the more we talk and stay friends the worse it's going to get. Sometimes I feel maybe I should just cut contact for a while and heal my wounds.
...but then I'd miss you too much.
Dear anonymous (4),
It won't be too soon, I'm sure, but it should definitely happen! :D