Dear Anonymous

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Dear Anonymous,

You shouldn't judge a book by it's cover. You've never even talked to me, and yet you're so quick to judge. I'll never forget how you've carelessly tossed those insults into my face. Does that make you feel better about yourself? Does hurting others make you feel high and mighty? You're a brat. A complete brat.
But you know why I didn't say anything back today? Why I just let the insult go out one ear and out of the other? I'm not going to start some childish war over a few words. I'm going to be the more mature one and just leave it be. I know what respect is. One day, someone isn't going to be as nice as me. Someone is going to put you in your place. And no one will help you, except for the rest of your kind. Because nobody cares.
Thanks. Thanks for basically giving me a slap in the face. I hope one day you'll understand what it feels like.

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Dear Anonymous,

You're also one of the most inconsiderate people I've ever met. I thought you were supposed to be mature? Every time I answer your questions, you claim that I mispronounce something, even though I don't. You don't think everyone can tell? They know who's right and who's wrong. I have no idea why pushing around the younger people in this world makes you feel so good. I'll never know, because I'll never be like you. I'm going to continue to ignore you and continue on with my life. You will not stop me.
 
Dear Anonymous,

We almost had it all, we could have had it all. It's never too late? Life please, please, prove that to me.
 
Dear Anonymous,

I just... ugh, I know that lie isn't true. I dunno what your real reason is, but I have a good idea why. I would've done it myself, but still, just... ugh.
 
Dear Anonymous,

I really, really hate being right all the time. For 4 years I have been forced to sit back and watch you drive my team into the ground, even while I was still playing. The problem with that team isn't so much the players, it's you. You've always been the problem, from day one. History has repeated itself, yet again. You seem bewildered at the underachieving of this team, yet you're the one that causes it. And I'm sick of your crap.


Dear Anonymous,

I think you can let go now. A hundred and two years on this earth is an amazingly long time, more than most people can ever dream of. It's been a good life, and I hope you find peace somewhere, wherever that may be.
 
Dear Anonymous,

I can never express to you all of my fear, my sorrow, my tears, my pain. I hate feeling like this. I don't want to hide from the world anymore. I want them to see me. I went through great deals of trauma in my friendships, relationships, and bonds not long ago. I was put through the greatest deal of torment you cannot even begin to imagine with that closed mind of yours. I was put through a grueling series of destruction and self-loathe. I hated myself. I hated you. I hated God. You cannot even begin to comprehend exactly how much pain I had to endure because of you. I spent uncountable moments crying, hating, feeling my heart fall to my feet, and my very body collapsing beneath me ; and you sit back like everything is perfectly good. I want you to know with every screaming fragment of me left, that it's not okay. Everyday is a constant battle to keep what's left together, to suppress those screams, to not cry. Whatever you do, whatever's left of you, and whatever heart you have left, confirm my fears.

I'm on constant stand-by -- waiting for the day you come to me and admit what I already know is happening. And for whatever slim chance that exists, tell me I'm wrong. Tell me my heart is wrong. Tell me I can stop hurting because it's not true. Tell me I can smile again without fear. Please.. for what is left beating in this heart -- make or break me. I don't want to starve anymore because I can't bring myself to eat. I don't want to constantly wake up during sleep anymore ; succumbing to the nightmares I endure every night. I don't want to be counting down every single minute of the day anymore, waiting for you to come back. All the rainbow's colors, all the things that used to matter, and everything I used to love doing have all lost their splendor. Colors are dull, fun is dull, people are dull, and I have no enthusiasm to make it through the day. All day the only thing I feel is my heart's constant skipped beats everytime I think of you. Everytime I miss you. Everytime we speak to each other ; or don't. Everytime I crave to be in your presence again. Now I don't need to be a doctor to say that's not exactly healthy, ya know? It's hard. I feel like Hell. What does Hell even feel like? Whatever the answer may be, I feel like Hell.

A person can only handle so much.. you know this. Now don't get me wrong, I love being around you. I wouldn't give you up for the world, or any of it's riches. But... I need to know. More than anything else in this world, my dear, I need to know. Please help me. Help me fight this ache, this sickness, this lingering storm cloud, this hatred...

Help me...

With undying love,
The Nobody --
 
Dear Anonymous,

You know, your Leaf-chan fanart would look a whole lot better if you didn't include Red in them.

Dear Anonymous,

Really, you're much too old to be having those types of mood swings. I swear, one minute you're calm, then the next, you're yelling and going completely ballistic. I think you need to see help about that. I really do.
 
Dear Anonymous,

That wasn't very nice. If talking about that makes you uncomfortable, tell me. Then it won't have to happen. It hurts my feelings when you just go dodging it like that.
 
Dear Anonymous

I don't know what I've done wrong now, but I hope that you can overlook this fault and we can go back to being friends, however, if not, then I'm sorry, but I'll have to give up. Its not fair on me when you keep obviously avoiding me and making me feel worthless to you. I've had enough, and I want to see you smile again, rather than see you duck down a corner nearby when I come close. I'm sorry you don't understand me, and how I feel inside, and I wish I could tell you, but its something that is forbidden, save for the few that I can talk to in confidence that they won't ridicule me. For that, I'm sorry.
 
Dear Anonymous,

Really it shouldn't concern me if you don't care, infact, that's what I'm expecting and to be honest that's a pretty sad mindset to have. Oh well! Go ahead and shock me for once, wouldn't that be amusing.
 
Dear Anonymous,

There is more then one of you out there. Remember me guys? I'm the girl that pretends to be hapy and nice all the time, but am really boiling over with rage on the inside. As soon as one of you needs to copy my work, moan and whine about drama, and need someone to do things for you, I was always there. But where are you guys when I need the help? When I'm alone, why don't one of you come up and chat with me. Is it because all of you afraid of loosing your popular statis if you're seen with me? Why can't any of you atleast say hi to me anymore? Is it because we are in highschool now? I keep telling myself I'm done with all of you, but in truth, I know I'm still your guys pawn.
 
Dear Anonymous:

I realize I don't know you very well, but I like you. Quite a lot, actually. One might even call it "infatuation". We had a few casual chats earlier this year, and I enjoyed every minute of it, despite the fact that we weren't even friends. But now, you only seem to avoid me, and I get the impression that you hate me sometimes. I know I'm not the coolest guy in the world, but I've got a good sense of humor, and I've had plenty of girlfriends in the past.

I say hi to you occasionally, but you only seem to mumble your responses, as if you don't even care about my existence. You get quiet whenever I speak, yet you seem so content to speak to my friend, who wouldn't be the right match for you. Trust me.

You're a beautiful girl, with a great personality. You're probably the only person I'd even consider having a long relationship with. I want you to be my girlfriend, but I know I'll never be good enough for you. Right now, I don't want anyone else in my grade but you. I'm just a cocky fool, nothing else. Nothing I do seems to impress you.

I wish things were different between us. I wish we could be together. You're too hard to get over.
 
Dear Anonymous,

The door is open. Never once did I intend to leave it locked longer than necessary. We must talk our feelings out calmly and rationally. I still respect you vastly, and you'll regain what respect you lost and more than just that if you can do this with me and talk things out.
 
Dear Anonymous,

Thanks for having no faith in my abilities whatsoever. You think you know everything. But you don't. You continuously prove your lack of intelligence.

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Dear Anonymouses,

Shut your mouths. You have no reason to be mumbling anything degrading while I run past you guys at PE. None of you know me. You know nothing about me. We've never even spoken. Don't you guys have something better to do than gossip all the time? Maybe that homework you never seem to do? Sure, make fun of me now. We'll see who gets those high marks and who doesn't. Actually, I probably won't even see you guys at graduation. You'd need at least a 1.2 GPA.
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Dear Anonymous,

I'm worried about you. Please tell me if you are alright.
 
Dear Anonymous,

You keep digging yourself into a deeper hole. Despite the fact that I'm willing to help pick you out of it, every time I do, I learn something about you and how you're reacting to something that sets in my mind that you're back in that hole. You need to do something differently, and stop landing in that same hole and relying on other people to pick you up out of it because one day you may not have anyone's hand to help.
 
Dear Anonymous,
I don't know what your intention is but whatever is it I sense something suspicious as everyday goes by.
 
Dear anonymous,

THANK YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU. You are awesome. And nice. I feel nothing but immense gratitude. <3
 
Dear Anonymous,

You wouldn't know this is directed at you, but just as I thought. Actually, the same for about six or so of you, oh well ^____^; I don't mind now, luckily. :D
 
Dear Anonymous,

Thanks you, you are an amazing person who is incredibly nice. I can't believe you are going to do give me supporter! You're an amazing person who is very kind and generous.
 
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