Dear little Mister

I miss you!

Hehe, that's all.

Love,

Me

Dear Little Missy,

You're getting pretty old, aren't you? How many years do you have left? Five? Six? Eight? More? Please let it be more. You've been one of my best friends and I'm going to be miserable without you. I've known you since fourth grade and you've always been there for me when my siblings hurt me, when my parents neglected me, or when I was depressed or stressed about some school shit. It's not fair that you have to leave, when there are other people that deserve to die much more. Yes, I know this sounds selfish. Yes, I know this is not a good action for a Roman Catholic. But shit, I don't care. Sometimes I scoff at people who act like this, so I'm pretty damn sure people are going to roll their eyes and think "Dramatic preteen searching for some attention she'll never receive" But eh.

Stick around. Please. I still need you.

Love,

Me

( And now that that's done with - holy macaroni, it was dramatic!

Now I feel like some middle-aged chick with her youngest child off to college...

with her husband slowly dying.

:(

shit shit shit )

Dear little Mister

Is it sad that I don't know how to write in this post? Yes, it is. It's very sad and we were supposed to be CLOSE.

Love,

Me

yo

I suddenly remembered that this blog is public property and that anyone can read it. Shit. Guess I'll just stick to MS Word??

Dear little Mister and Missies,

I miss you guys. Even if we've only known each other for two months... I still miss you. A lot. I guess I just get too attached sometimes. Maybe next time it happens, I'll stay a bit farther away. Just to be safe.

Crap, I never thought shit like this really happened. Stuff like this should stick to American dramas and over-possessive teenage ladies ( that are horrible models to little girls ).

Love,

me

Dear little Mister

Stop acting so damn weird. You're trying to be funny, but you're not. Seriously.

That is all.

Love,

me

Dear little Missy(-ies),

I'm supposed to be doing something right now. But I'm not. Why? Because I need to do this first. I need to fucking rant.

Really. It sucks since we're supposed to cooperate and be one group but I feel like you're just ... leaving me out. You two are very close and are great friends, and I'm the stupid, scrawny loner who's the dumbest in the group. I try to do stuffs, I try to suggest, but you guys pretend as if I'm not even there! I was the first one to submit something for it, and yet you gave it back to me ( without barely a glance ) and said that I didn't submit anything. Seriously, what? I'm trying to get involved, but you won't let me most of the time. Sometimes you do but that's usually last minute so we all end up getting hassled! Perhaps it's just because of my personality. When I realized that we were going to be together, I thought we'd be all great friends. Guess I was wrong.

Love,

me && someone else

Dear little Missy,

You think you're so funny, don't you? You think you're so cool, with your 'jokes' and 'actions'. Guess what, you're not. Don't you know the effect of your actions on people? No, you don't, because it's all about the fun of it. And if the person tells you how it makes them feel, you'll stop. For a while. The next day, the cycle repeats, and I'm just forced to just go with it. Go with the flow, they say. And some other people are copying you, too. Because they think it's so cool to do so, and they change themselves so that you'd be 'friends' -- which you're not. Sometimes I wonder if you know the consequence of your actions.

But you're not that bad. You're sometimes nice, too. Sometimes. You're also funny. Sometimes. But sometime it's just plain goddamn hurtful. You just need some improvement. Badly. But how would you know? You don't even know that you're doing something wrong, and you're not one of those students that the teacher remembers negatively. You're not one of those that people scold, because in their eyes you're just normal. You act oh so nice around them but when they're away... And from now on, I'll start keeping my stuffs to myself, thank you very much.

I wrote a question here, but that would've released your identity real quick. And I may not be "top honor" smart, but I'm not stupid.

Love,

me

introduction??

Hello people!

So this is my new blog. I haven't left the other blog. Let me explain.

This .... blog is going to be full of letters. Letters to people I know, people I love, people I hate, people I blah blah blah. D:<>

Dear little Mister,

Your voice sounds gay.

Love,

me

I did that so, for some reason the person posts, they won't be able to know. :P You'd only know by the Mister and Missy, and by the content of the letter. Idk, something like that. : D

And if you want, you could send some letters to me to post it here. I won't say who's it from, promise.