[Dear You. . .]

[lute]

Dear Mother Nature,

I wish you weren't so evil! Why do bad things happen to happy healthy puppies?!?!

,Upset Dog Owner

[cassiesmom]

Dear serotonin and norepinephrine:

Why are you out of balance in my brain?! I am tired of feeling depressed and crying, tired of these annoying SNRI dreams, and downright fed up with feeling drugged from the trazodone. I watch a funny sitcom, feel better for half an hour afterward and then go back to feeling lousy. I just want be normal again. Get out of those neurons and start floating around in my CSF already.

Elyse

[binka_nugget]

Dear B,

I can't believe I feel so strongly for you already. Please don't break my heart.

-A

[DJFyrewolf36]

Dear bank,

Quit jerking me around. I know it says in the fine print you can charge me any fee you deem necicary but manipulating dates to cause overdrafts is so not nice.

I wish you could find a way to pay your wages without stiffing other people

Angrily
~me

[ILoveMyAbbyGirl]

Dan,

Here we go, one more letter to you.

I love you. You know that. I think deep down, you love me a little too. You've been ignoring me for the past two days... Let's explain...

We partied two nights in a row. Saturday night, you came over, we both got drunk (albeit, it doesn't take me much) and we were all over each other. You were putting your arm around my waist, I was hanging all over you, and for the first time in a long time, we laughed and smiled and were incredibly happy. Your hands would drift, mine would drift, we ended up cuddling on Kate's bed... man, we were happy.

Kate got drunk and was sick, so her ex came over to take care of her. You told me to come home with you. I was ecstatic, so I agreed. As soon as I hit the cold air outside, though, I was done. Beyond tired, I nearly fell asleep on the 45 min drive to your house. (And yes, you were sober enough by that time to drive, no worries.)

We got to your house. You set out your rule (no clothing in bed... it's happened before) and I obliged. We cuddled, and eventually both fell asleep. But during that time, we were SO happy. So happy.

The next night, you came over crabby. Then some other guys we knew came over, and you got possessive. I got drunk, you didn't because you had to work the next day. You texted me angrily saying if I was going to start acting stupid and taking my clothes off (which has happened before... =/) you were going to leave. I begged you not to, I was fine, I had no intentions of taking my clothes off, yet you got mad and left anyway. I stood in front of the door and begged you not to go -- I wanted the Dan back that I had had the night before. I grabbed your jacket to turn you towards me, and with clenched teeth, you said, "Get the f*** off me. Knock it off. I'm f***ing leaving."

And you left. And I cried.

I bawled, for what Kate told me was a good half hour. You were SO mad over something I DIDN'T do... You looked like you would have hit me had you not had enough self control. You yelled at Kate for "corrupting" me. I texted you later after I had cried it all out, and you apologized, but have been cold to me ever since.

What did I do?

I love you, and I can't do this with you anymore. You don't like me hanging out with certain guys. You've got jealousy issues and pretty big insecurities. But every time I try to get close, you give me the cold shoulder. What do you want from me?

We shouldn't have to be drunk to love each other the way we did. And yes, I'm sure it was love. You were holding me, dancing with me, spinning me in circles, kissing my cheek. I cried that night too, although I don't remember why. You kept wiping my tears, asking me why I was crying. You truly cared about me that night, and you were much more sober than I was.

Again, alcohol shouldn't make us love each other. But you know what? I don't care. For that one night, we were in love, we were infinite, and we were so happy. If that's what it takes, I'll do it. I know its pathetic, but to feel the real Dan like that... it's so worth it. That's what you mean to me.

Maybe you'll text me soon. I'm not going to be the first to text you. If you want me, you have to come to me. I'm done coming to you. But please just text me...

-Loves Meg.