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Dear Sir,
I wish to complain on the stronglyest possible terms about the previous
entry in this file about the lumberjack who wears womens' clothes. Some of
my best friends are lumberjacks, and only a FEW of them are transvestites.

Yours faithfully,
Brigadier Sir Charles Arthur Strong, Mrs.

P.S. I have never kissed the editor of the radio times.

Dear C,

I'm glad I met you this year. Things may have started off a bit strange, but slowly, we're actually going places (literally!) I'm looking forward to the things to come. It may take some time, but I'm sure we'll be good friends someday.

Sincerely,

Lola G.

To me,

Listen. He's gone, okay? Your mental lifeline. The one so similar to yourself. Deal with it. Come to terms. You need to think. You are alexithymic. You must conciously identify your emotions and accept them. Do not distract yourself, do not put off dealing with it. Bad things come from that. Also, you cannot retreat into your mind for two weeks. That is not acceptable. I regret to inform you of that fact, but it is the truth..

With companionship,
Me

Dear Big Brother,

You are nothing but an arrogant, narcissistic, egotistical jackass who thinks the world should bow down to you. I realize that you act all macho and jerk off-ish just so you could be admired by everyone, but the only people who look up to you are bigger losers than you are. Everyone else with a brain looks down on you, because you have yet to amount to ANYTHING. And if your the most intelligent person in the world, why were you not able to graduate high school, why did you fail college, and why can't you keep a steady job? Also, STOP TELLING ME HOW TO LIVE MY LIFE! I know you think my life is more meaningless than yours is, but it's my life and I will live it MY way. You don't have to HEAVILY criticize everything in life, and when you do, you end up hating it all. Life is not perfect. There are many flaws in it that will never be fixed. GET USED TO IT! I can't tell you any of this in person, because you'll just rant for hours and hours on how smart you THINK you are and how stupid the rest of the world is.

From,
Little Brother.

Dear Mother,

Stop running.

I'm different, and besides what I can do to manage myself I still need the help of others to function.
Some of these things include asking for small adjustments in my environment. Seemingly something of little meaning,
but they mean the world to me. I'm not nit-picky, controlling or bossy. I'm trying to prevent an anxiety attack or a
social scene. There is no ulterior motives, no tests of influence, no "excuses" or exaggerations here. So when I ask,
in all politeness, for an adjustment, please don't respond with a cold shoulder, a stern "I'm not interested/Put
up with it" and a hasty retreat. I need you.

In particular I've lost count how many times you still use "shh" to inform me that I'm talking out of turn. I whole-heartily
appreciate the cue, but the sound is enough to put me through stress-fits for about an hour, and bothers me for the
better part of the day.And its gradually getting worse.

And when I mean I'll do something, PLEASE don't persistently challenge me for an exact time. Yes, I tend to be forgetful and
I give vague responses to when, but I kick myself harder then anyone else ever has for even the little things I loss track of,
and those vague responses are an unfortunate defensive habit from constant challenges against my current mental todo list.
It will get done, and placing something that can wait 45 minutes into the "in progress" slot from external forcing confuses me
to no end and makes half the things I was planning to do slip my mind. Write notes? Dysgraphia, and I constantly misplace
those notes. I can't write new ones as I can't recall half of what I wrote as I somehow trust the notes over my own memory
(silly, but it seems subconscious so I'm out of luck). I know it can wait, but time isn't a critical factor in the new addition to list
either. I'm not being stubborn or lazy, I'm organizing so I don't forget what I need to do, what you need me to do, and what
I want to do. Or maybe I just need a while to pull myself together before leaving my room. Last thing I want is to unintentionally
blow steam off at someone or make a scene.

For all the stress and inconveniences these and my other quirks and self-management habits cause you, I'm sorry.
"No, you're not!"
YES, I AM! Don't break my heart by accusing me of being intentionally difficult. If I could fix anything, it would be my sensitive to
sound and touch, my social ineptness, and my ridiculously problematic forgetfulness. Rather than confront me about, help me work through it, PLEASE!

With love and honesty,
Your Aspie Son.

P.S.
Anyone with constructive suggestions please PM me.

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This here is a statement of claim I made for those who bullied me.I am not actually suing, but this is one of the ways I imagined of getting back at them...having them served with this.I have no intention of suing, but drafting this statement of claim has lifted a great weight off my chest.

To all the friends who've dropped out of my life,

You said you loved me. You said you'd be there for me. You said I was special to you. But something changed because for no apparent reason you dropped out of my life. I e-mail you and I get no response. I try calling you and I get "We're sorry, but the number you have reached is no longer in service." I drop by your work to surprise you only to find out you no longer work there. Did I do something wrong? If I did, then why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you try working it out with me? Was I not worth the effort? Was it something else? Was I not even worth a reason for your leaving? You left me with so many questions that I'm afraid I'll never be able to answer.

I spent so much time trying to understand you, to be there for you, to do what I thought a friend should do. Yet you couldn't muster the energy to even try to understand me. Or did you? Did you try to understand me, but decide I wasn't a fit for you? Did you think leaving without saying anything was somehow better? Less painful? More questions without answers.

I hope your happy, living the life you want. I'd tell you about my life, but for some reason I don't think you'd really care.

All the best,

Darryl

Dear Mother and Father,

Congratulations. No, really. You got me to believe your lies again, even though I definitely should have known better. And with what skill!

All of the signs were there. You picked a date, refused to partake in much discussion of it, and set random requirments after I fulfilled your requirments before that. Then, when time came for you to fulfill your promise, you backed out with filmsy excuses, most notably those of not fulfilling requirments that you never set for me. Of course, I appreciate a good game of mind reading, and as per usual, you won at that. I'm not really capable of reading minds, you know, so I do tend to lose on that. I did about a dozen fairly pointless things for you, but not the one you didn't tell me about, and that's the one that counts. Glad to know.

Why, even the way you decided to reveal that you lied is your classic method, and I still didn't see it coming. A few days before you'd have to complete your end of the deal, give me a day and a half of fun, wait until I'm sufficenly relaxed, and get me into a conversation about the topic. Wait until I'm entirely looking forward to it and talking about my plans, then tell me the truth, that what you promised will never happen. You decided that a long time ago.

Oh, I know that you don't consider that to be a lie, but let's be honest here: you broke your promise to me. I know, I know, you break every promise to me, but that doesn't make it any less of a lie. Especially since this was very important to me. When you say you'll do something knowing full well you won't, you're lying. You didn't "change your minds" because I failed the mind reading test; you lied. Again.

I especially appreciate the fact that you always wait until we have some sort of company to do it in front of too. Nothing makes me feel quite so happy as when I'm crying in front of someone else (your absolute hate of crying and belief that it shows a person is weak is really dandy too). It makes you look very rational, doesn't it? And that's all the vindicition you need to believe that what you're doing is right and I'm just a whiny brat.

Fact of the matter is, I have a right to be upset when you lie to me, especially about something so important. This wasn't a little white lie; this was a elephant big lie. We've been over why it's a lie. So threatening me because I'm upset? Doesn't make you look too good or improve my mood any.

And here's a fact for you: I absolutely refuse to ever live with you again. I'm not a minor anymore, and you cannot force me to move back in with you. I will live on the streets before I come back to this hell. You lie, tear me down, belittle me, and refuse to believe any professional, because me being lazy and stupid is just easier to deal with. I forgot how stressed and upset I was until I came back.

Still, it was my fault for believing you again, so the blame lies partly on me. I should know better by now, but I don't. Actually, I'm not sure why I continue to believe in you. Is it because you do it so convincingly? The line about concern for my health was really a nice touch in the original line; obviously fake, but it sounded good then. Or is it because I simply want to believe that you care for me? As my parents, that you love me? I try not to lie to those I love. I think it's a combination of all of those things, but especially the last.

I hope you enjoy this sort of thing. It hurts me a lot, but it very obviously doesn't upset you. I can hear you all upstairs, laughing and joking right now. I'm still drying tears and telling myself that everything will be ok eventually, without your help. I know you're banking on my supposed inability to remain upset for long, but you'll find that I can hold on to a grudge this big for quite a while.

But you're right to some extent. I am on my medication, and it does make it difficult for me to feel any overwhelming emotion for any length of time. I feel pretty dead inside now, which is fairly normal. But intellectually, I'm still angry. Every time you call down some sort of an attempt at peace - "Heather, do you want some ice cream, honey?" - things that you would never do on an ordinary occasion, I just hate you more. The fact that you think I can be bought over by a bowl of ice cream and a pet name you never use, especially after threatening me less than an hour ago, makes me sick.

So have fun on the rest of my visit up here; I won't be partaking in any of it, but I'm sure it won't stop you. I'm not coming up to see you again.

Love,
Heather

Dear G,

I haven't known you for a long time as you only came to our school last November and you instantly fell in with our group of friends, who you knew from Primary School, and at first i hated you.

I was shunted out of the way, you were always selected for doing things instead of me. I was that back up person incase anyone wasn't here and i hated it.

It's eased off a bit but i still resent what happened, and i will always hold a grudge to you because of that.

It's odd, to say the least, as i hate you and yet love you.

I don't know how and i don't know why, i know i do.

I just wanted to get this off my chest,

Yours,
James

Vasilaki mou... Efiyes... Den ksereis poso mou leipeis. Pes to ksana poso poly me agapas! Se thelo. Agapi mou... Mono esena skeftomai... petheno Na prosehis. S'agapo.

I MISS YOU MORAKI MOU

Tora Arhizoun ta dyskola
Now the difficult times begin.

Dear So-Called "Friend"

I know what you've been saying about me when I'm not around. I don't like it. You've been saying that I've been acting strange recently, and that I'm acting like this on purpose. Well you know what? If I'm acting "strange" as you put it, it's because I'm finally comfortable enough around people to be myself. Now you might just have ruined this for me. But congratulations, if I now feel uncomfortable around you again I guess this means you get to see me acting "normal" again. If you carry on talking about me behind my back, I'll just add you to the list of people who I won't be keeping in contact with when I leave Secondary School. I don't need people like you. I need people who will be supportive and won't treat me like a fake or a freak as soon as I feel comfortable enough to be myself. The fake me is the one you've been seeing until recently. The fake me is the one that smiles and laughs at your jokes, the fake me is the one who keeps still in class and is happy to discuss trivial things. The real me is the one that stares at you blankly when you tell a joke, the real me is the one that rocks backwards and forwards with my fingers flexing. The real me is not interested in what your Aunt's friend did on holiday, or that it might rain, but the real me is so much more interesting and kind than the fake me. If you don't want to see the real me, then just stop talking to me, it really is that simple. I am done with trying to fit in and please other people.

From Me

Dear mother,
I hate you. I genuinely hate you. You've never even made an effort to understand me. You never listened to anything I say. All you've ever done is be condescending and manipulate my father into enforcing your twisted idea of what's best for me. When you tease me for not having a girlfriend, you are NOT being cute. You are being an *******. My father at least will listen to what I say, at least when you haven't poisoned his mind against me already. You, on the other hand, apparently already know all the answers, and nothing I say will ever change that.

I am not like you, and will never be like you. You will never get that. And I pray I am NEVER like you, for the sole reason that you are everything I despise. You are an evil, manipulative jerk, who has always used my father to enforce your arbitrary decisions about what's best for my life. My father may be blind to your manipulations, but I certainly am not. I want nothing to do with you, ever again. This rift has been a long time growing, and I have given you plenty of chances to make amends. Instead you betrayed my trust and made up your own mind without listening to a word I say. I'll be getting my own apartment in the very near future, and when that happens, you're dead to me. I'll be a lot happier and mentally healthier without you in my life.

Apologies for using numbers instead of people, but it works for me

Dear #153V, #250M and #351K:

Thanks for being the only people to consistently WANT to recognise me, throughout my meandering journey. Although you basically failed on many points, you did your best, and your best was brilliant. I couldn't have even got half way to where I am today (nowhere) if it wasn't for you being constantly behind me, pushing me to breaking point, and supporting me to becoming this rebellious, confused wannabe of what you wanted me to be that I am today. The reality is that you understood I *could* be (and still technically can be) everything I wasn't and won't be, and had far more faith in me than I was ever worth. To the parents and step-parent who love me, care for me, and who I never fail to disappoint, you're the best!

Dear #483H:

I could hold the world against you, but I never will. All the crap you pulled on me those years ago, I took hard, but only for a while. If you were looking to break me, you failed dismally. The evidence is in the fact that I still call you a friend, even though communication is infrequent and brief. Maybe in a few months time when you next get in touch, I may find a means to be able to go somewhere with you and find something to do. Until then, all I ask is that you keep my first love safe and happy. If you even think about hurting her, you'll likely find out some more reasons why I always try to escape confrontation.

Dear #581K:

I can't read minds. Whatever the hell you really want from me in life, you should say what it is. Right now, I'm seeing no point in whatever it is we are. You like everything I hate, I like everything you hate or are too limited to comprehend. Yet whatever I do to try and escape you, you keep pulling me right back, just to hold me away at arm's length. I'm not a toy, I'm not your lapdog, and I don't need you. Either state your intention or get the hell away from me.

Dear #684J:

Where do I start? Do I start with the constant questions about my own individual decisions? Do I start with the sniping? Do I start with the fact that you just simply can't resist the urge to belittle me? Well, you don't need to know my every move. I don't ask yours, why should you ask mine? Yes I have my flaws. Quit picking at them and try something constructive. Also, if I do happen to deem you privileged enough to know my business (which admittedly is a flaw of mine. I do tend to share more than I need to), that doesn't mean I appreciate several other people asking me about it just hours later. Especially that drama-whore I once made the mistake of calling a girlfriend. Don't you find it a little ominous that of the several women who have passed through my life, she's the only one I consider an enemy? Yes, funny, that. Perhaps it means I'm well aware of the fact that when you eat out of her hand like you do, you're eating something only a farmer would handle, and only then to fertilize crops. Perhaps also the only person playing into her game is me, as I still (somehow, unbelievably) call you a friend.

Dear #786J:

I'm not talking very much to you, at the moment. Mainly because there is something I still have yet to resolve. You said it's only unresolved because I'm trying to understand your feelings from a factual perspective (i.e not accepting that an emotion is not necessarily governed by fact). However, this conclusion is false. Theoretically it's quite easy, as there is an obvious chain of events leading to any emotional shift, and the particular emotion triggered by the chain of events should also be logically justified by it. The human mind is nothing but a computer, and emotions are an output, just like any other. If the events surrounding a change of feelings is known, then the change should be able to be determined and/or understood. Therefore, the fact that I cannot begin to figure out where your sudden shift in opinion of me came from suggests there is missing information in my understanding of the situation. Nonetheless, I already accepted that this change took place, and I respect you much more for actually having brought it to my attention. In fact, my own sense of extreme loss from this is totally unjustified, because there was absolutely no situational change, as there had been nothing in the first place to have actually lost. Thinking of that, however, leaves me feeling a bit confused, so I try to avoid the issue altogether. I'm attempting to ditch the feeling of loss, as it clearly doesn't belong here, but until I manage it, things are likely to remain somewhat awkward between us. I hope that awkwardness ends quickly, because you've already shown yourself to be a guiding light in my life, and a true friend.

Dear #873M:

Yes, I'm holding back on you. Only to protect myself. It's not an issue with you, or a suspicion of any kind. I've been down a fair few roads I'd rather not go down again, and I'm afraid you get to reap the benefits of this self-inflicted denial of life. It doesn't help that things between us are as stable as an antimatter leak at the moment. So many similarities between us I notice, that ultimately the future is going to be an interesting one, no matter where our private rollercoaster goes. One place it's not going is back to the wastelands of grudges and despair we've both seen before. Buckle up and enjoy, is all I have to say.

Dear #983H:

Thank you for sticking by me, and having faith. Faith that I seem to be continually testing, with being far too single-minded. Though you really do have to try to say more about that. I understand you are guarded and private, but so far I've nearly annihilated our friendship by simply not seeing where you were coming from when you thought I was being unsupportive. When you laid it out for me, my mistake was clear, and I had a reason to apologize. Having to grind away at you to get that explanation was a tough time for me, especially as I thought it wasn't even about me. Also a number of points you raised I can do very little about. Being the true friend that you are to me, I hope you can realize that neither of us have changed, and this situation of ours existed previously upon both our strengths, not lack of weakness. Please don't pick me apart for what I don't do for you, but rather return to enjoying what I do for you. I appreciate your company, even if it may seem I'm unavailable all the time, and if you left it would be a very hard thing for me to deal with.

((((hugs all))))

~Loving Light~

dear everyone

buy me the following:
a bicycle
a digicam
a hk g3 combat rifle (its sweet!)

sincerely yours

To the woman who left her screaming toddlers in the buggy unsupervised while your other small child climbed all over the shelves in the housewares section at the store where I work.......

Did it ever occur to you, that you are NOT supposed to leave your children like that unsupervised in a busy store?The store clerks are NOT your personal babysitters...we have work to do, so you can go about your shopping and get what you want conveniently.I was doing a price check for a cashier and I couldnt hear what she was saying on my price checker phone because your kids were screaming and carrying on...I am NOT NT like you...I apologize that I do not have a blinking sign saying Aspie, but then again, if you were being a parent, your kids wouldnt be screaming and carrying on like they did and I would have been able to hear what the cashier was saying, and got my job done quicker.