Dear Anonymous

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Dear anonymous,

Fix this system. I need to be academically stimulated. This is brutal ;-; I'm so bored.
 
DA,


You. Are. Dead. To. Me. I just fucking wish I'd gotten Chapter 3 off you before this all went down. Fuck you, and I'm 100% happy things turned out the way they did with us.
 
Dear anon,

I am really going to miss you when you are gone, but just know I'll always love you and will remember everything you taught me. Thanks for the memories
 
Dear Anonymous,

No, go ahead, leave the front door wide open. Let the cat have all the space in the world to freely meander in and out of the cold rainstorm outside, I'm only in my underwear under two thin white linens. Sorry I don't sleep under seventeen different quilts and comfortors like a bedridden queen such as yourself...

feeding my cat is fine too. I've never explained to you that he communicates to me when he's hungry or thirsty or needs to use the bathroom and don't need you doing anything - he talks to me because I show him affection and have more than some tentative bond over food. I reckon he's showing better communication skills than you, and he's a damn cat. Stop feeding my fucking cat.

by the way, don't bother being quiet at all as you make your barrels of caffeine. I'm not sleeping in the next room freezing my ass off over your carelessness.

And one last request: go to work, and be gone all day every day. I feel better without you here.
 
dear anonymous,

Why hadn't I seen you sooner? You're in two of my classes, and you sit right smack in front of me in Bio, we even face each other! Your crooked nose is so cute, i like how broad your shoulders are, I can't keep my eyes off of you. Do you know you're cute? You have to know... When you laugh, I swear it's the best thing I've heard all day. You claim you're 5'9 but in reality, you aren't any taller than I am. You gotta be 5'6 max! You're not what I dreamed of, not even close, but you keep me coming back every day I see you. Thought I'd get over you after a week or so, like I do with most guys, but I'm not. I want to talk to you more, I wish you weren't so quiet and always on your phone. But perhaps you already have someone else... It might be the best though, I wouldn't want to hurt you. I never follow through with romantic plans. I wouldn't want to get your hopes up and then go running off because I'm scared to get too close to you in fear you'd be uninterested once you really got to know me. To know all the things I like and love. Not that I'm strange, but is it too much for a 20 year old woman to get excited over Pokemon, One Direction and horses/dogs? That sits up writing fic late at night while sipping on Earl Grey tea and letting her cat sleep in the bed? Would you like that? Would you think I was weird and throw me away like everyone else? But then again, after today, would you still want to keep talking to me? Would you still be happy to talk to me, like that very first time when your eyes lit up? I wish you were more open, but I'm also sorry I'm unreadable. You'd never know if I liked you or not until the day I said it. I'm sorry I'm not flirty, I have my own ways of showing feelings. Would you even be able to understand how I go about doing things or would it be too much on you to learn how to deal with me? Would I be way too independent and "uncaring"?
Just wish you'd pay me a bit more attention... but like I said, you probably already have some beautiful girl to call your own.

dear an (multiples),

It doesn't bother me anymore, but it's the fact I have to see a variation of you every day that puts me off. In honestly I wish you'd grow up and leave me alone. Stop trying to make me feel bad about myself because the guys talk to me and not you. Sorry he talks to me? Sorry he sits by me? I'm sorry his friends like me too? I can't control who likes me and who wants to talk to me. Maybe if you weren't being a snotty nosed, stuck up bitch that vomits her insecurities in forms of verbal abuse on every girl you determine a "threat" they'd talk to you too. You're making yourself look like a fool, just stop it already. You're not hurting me, because I could care less and I now know how to deal with your type/what your issue is, you're not hurting him because he already knows what type of girl you are, you're only hurting yourself by being a bitter, nasty, immature girl. This is college, not junior high, grow up.
 
DA,

I'm really hoping my outing with my aunt will be a lot better than last night's was with Kris. You don't know how angry it made me that you two spent the entire night of my own fucking birthday dinner ignoring me, talking about all of your gossip from friends and work. It's the least you could do to talk to your own son on his seventeenth birthday when you're eating out with him.

You will never learn what went wrong here, and will thusly never have it repaired. You're like a lost child, and I swear to God do you know how much it angers me and how neglectful it looks that your answer to a lack of communication and a lack of harmony are drugs for me? Just like your own mother, pills became the answer to neglect, didn't they? You never gave a fuck, so stop pretending you do. If you cared it'd be showing in some place besides your fat mouth.

It's funny how when I mentioned to Melinda that I shop at Amazon exclusively she had the intelligence to change her want to shop with me at Tiger Direct to a "we'll see what's there" kind of thing. She's working with me here, and you're just dumping on me. Stop that.

Next time I have a birthday-- oh wait, I won't be wasting my time with you, haha! I'll be 18 and getting out... no thanks to you, Ms. Drag Getting a Driver's License Out Over a Year and a Half in exchange for... As in school? What is this, kindergarten? Were you asleep when we talked about me going to community college and thus making my GPA moot? I'm getting 80s anyway and you still have a problem - I'll tell you what your problem is. You have no interest in being a parent after the novelty wore off, and only work as hard as to make others think you're a good parent. You're shallow, and hollow. Eat that up next time you want to tear down my father for advocating a healthy diet.

By the way, when I say no human is supposed to digest the mountain of food they serve in one sitting, it's not because "I'm not hungry," or because "I'm not feeling well" - that is a half pound of ground beef loaded with cheese and a giant bun that inflates in your stomach. I don't have a stretched out stomach like you do, I eat normally. By that I mean slowly and in small proportions.


My meal is not your lesbian date you inconsiderate fuckwit.
 
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brb putting this in my book (literally)


Dear A nony mouse,

Okay FINE! If you want to have it that way! Bring it on! You're going DOWN. Even though it sickens me to even think of you, let alone be next to you, with every fibre of being I WILL BRING. YOU. DOWN.

Don't underestimate me! I've taken down more tougher fruitloops then you! If you think I'll give up YOU'RE WRONG. So wrong. YOU CAN'T EVEN SPELL WRONG.

Yours beardly,
Cleo (with an D)
 
DA,

Thanks for making such a rocky transition. I'll be planning around mishaps like this in the future.


DA,

Thanks for brightening up my otherwise dull birthday. Taking me to a restaurant and buying me something like a computer case shows you care and isn't too heavy on your wallet... which could not be said of the (lack of) other gifts I got. Something like what you bought is what should be expected for an inexpensive gift, not a cheap candle and some candies... thank you. More than anything though I appreciate you actually talking to me then and having most of the focus on me, occasionally bringing others in - it made it feel like my day even though it was the 7th xD;;


DA,

I don't even know what to make of you anymore. Maybe it's for the best what happened... jeez.


DA,

I don't know what has possessed you to still service me after how clear I've made it I don't like you. Cooking me food and making me tea and other things like that are so out of place for where we are right now, and it makes me uncomfortable.


DA,

I'm really let down by what happened. I really expected more out of you, and you kind of lowered my expectations...
 
Dear Anonymous,

when I throw a ball, I want you to bring it back to me. Not to pick it up and play with it by yourself. That's not how the game works. I really feel like our relation is crumbling.
 
DA,

I'm sick, I'm tired, I'm stressed. I will always do my best to hold everything together, and I will always lend an ear. However sometimes I feel like you take me for granted, I listen to you all so intently, everything you have to say is honestly something I revel in hearing. Your opinions mean so much to me. However while I'm trying to do my best to help keep this ship a float; I already have the world on my shoulders with everything else going on in my life.

I'll always be a rock, I'll always listen, but sometimes I wish I felt at least somewhat appreciated in return. I'm always waiting for someone to turn around and spit at my best efforts and claim I'm malicious. Just please look a little wider and consider other people's feelings, lives, and efforts to do the right thing. Life is far too short to have our heads buried in the sand.

G
 
DA,

I really don't even know what to say. Even after resetting it, you've done so much with the server already and I don't even know how to thank you. You take your position as staff really seriously, but not badly so, and I think that's really professional and smart of you. I never really thought it was because I made you a mod though, like you said. Is it really just a motion like that that would make all the difference?

Well... let's get some affiliation and make something out of this.
 
Dear anon(s),

You're a waste of sperm. All of you.

I know that you don't wanna see me, but I'm going to track down each and every one of you and show you who's the boss.

Sincerely,
Dana.
 
Dear A Nony Mouse,

Frankly I find it laughable that you'd actively complain about me. It was entirely YOUR fault. You made this bed now LIE in it, you goose face.

Sinbeerly youse,
Me
 
Sorry for dawdling around for a half an hour, wasting you guys' time when I should be working on the server. I don't even know what I was doing. And by the way, a thousand thanks for being here with me on this desolate behemoth of a server, anyway. I'd probably feel a lot more lonely without this.

I'm handling things a lot better, aren't I? Do you recall my want to go on a deletion rampage? I sure can't explain that. I'll never stop changing, and I'll always be better for that. The world is ever-changing anyway, doesn't that sound good?

It's been a while since I said I'm sorry. I feel awful enough about the stupid things to where I don't even want to go near them even to say it, and for that I'm sorry.
 
dear annon 1

i thought i culd love u... after the 7 years we knew eachother... i thought i culd trust u, and yet u break my heart... i loved u... now u pulled this on me... if u stuck wit me, i wulda got u awesome stuff, let ya move in wit me and take care of u... although its mostly my fault, do not think i will forget this... whn we met, we were both suicidal... after we met, we were very very happy, but now... i miss u... i regret wat i did and i wnta fix things btween us... but u blocked me... if fer some reason u r reading this... i hope u forgive me...

dear annon 2

u lied 2 annon 1 about my story, even tho i silently canceled it, and yet u also left me... on false reasons... and blocked me so i cldnt tell u i canceled it!
 
DA,

I was doing great until you walked in. You just can't be happy at all, I get it. Gotta feel like shit. Don't come in and take a dump on my good day you fucking bitch. Write it in your journal of lies you tell yourself, where you've made me into some new and improved clone of your ex-husband that you can control. Fuck you.
 
DA,
I really hope I made you cry. I don't get angry very often, but I can be brutal with words, as you damn well saw. The fact that I absolutely despise you leaves me completely without a shred of remorse for my actions: learn to fucking mind your own business. I know even the people centrally involved in this don't agree with my way of handling this, but I don't care. I know they don't really care either because in a way, she hates you even more than I do. Good. Bye.


DA,
Literally sat on the side of a church and had a heart to heart with the only person I could talk to, because for the first time, I couldn't talk to you about what was bothering me because it was about you. I miss you so much. For the most part, I've been able to look past my emotions and realize what things need to be, and none of my behavior is fake. It's just that my emotions managed to really hit me all at once and I needed to let it out. It's a damn shame that God can't talk back in words. But maybe he's talking back through my surroundings, because I still have you. My one wish isn't that we get back, but that I don't lose you more than I already have. I'm damn lucky to be where I am now, and it's something I will always cherish. I love you.
 
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