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Dear Me,

The thickness that you see in your idol's underwear area, in in fact, what they used for incontinence, in the 60s. Get over it! You think that rock stars are so perfect, that they don't have the problems that ordinary people have? Why do you think that the other Kinks titled that song, 'Mick Avory's Underpants', when he was out of the recording studio, for a few minutes. Those three were using a combination of sarcasm and tongue in cheek humour. What kind of underpants do you wear? There is no time for an identity crisis either, as such things are a waste of time. Love the body, mind and personality that God gave you. You look great, with your eyebrows trimmed, by the way. You look more Mickish and less angry.

CockneyRebel

Dear B,
I'm sorry I stepped into your life in the first place, I've made a mess of our friendship, I've caused all our time together to go from fun and exciting to awkward, and I've become a burden. Don't get me wrong, the few moments we shared together during the latter part of last year were pure gold, and you taught me a lot about myself, but I know it's all in the past and I have to let go. Forget about me, what we had (if we ever even had anything), and I'll do my best at forgetting you.
Love [Cad].

Dear Arno,

Leave me alone. I cannot play this game of yours any longer. Excuse me for trying to be your friend. I will never do that again. I understand, I don't count because you don't know me in real life. You need to stop hijacking my BB and stop controlling my Internet access. I don't wish to be your friend any more. This is so unhealthy for me because you are upsetting me every other day now. I feel far too depressed. I cannot live like this. I'm going to tell my psychiatrist what you have been doing since probably before December of last year. I have had enough of your sh!t. This game is over.

Sincerely, Taupey

Dear J.,

Ever since we last met, I think of you often. I keep recalling that time when we were sitting in the park and there was a moment of silence. There was something special about that moment that made me feel all warm inside, even though the weather was cold. At the same time, it felt as though something inside of me shifted. As though a shard that was previously inside of my heart has melted. It made me feel really light and free. Whenever I relive that memory in my mind, it brings very intense feelings of joy to my heart.

I want to see you again. I want to be there with you. But I know that I have to be patient. We both have to be patient and deal with the toughest part of our last school year. This feeling of mine may remain a secret forever. We're so far away, but I hope that someday, you come here to Toronto so that we could see each other more often. You may hate me for this, so I'll keep it secret until the right time comes, if it ever does. Even if it doesn't, I am still thankful to you, because my heart is no longer empty. I truly do hope, though, that you feel the same way for me.

I love you.
- Ev

Hey cally

I just wanted to let you know that all the horrible things that seem to be happening to everyone around you aren't necessarily your fault. You don't have to feel guilty about everything. Just relax for a little while, you've earned it. OK?

One more thing before I go. Stop lying, stop holding things back. You may not be normal and that may make people around you who thought they knew you uncomfortable, but at the end of the day that discomfort will disappear. Those who disappear with it aren't worth anything to you. That mask is too heavy anyway, yah?

I love you. Do you realize your the only person I can be close to, be me with and really trust?

Dear Agnieszka,
Go and find a therapist.

Ceiling Cat;

lol@your suggestion.

Dear Teresa,

So you told me not to phone your place and than just hung up on me, yesterday. There's a bout of black hatred going on, right now between us. You did that, and than you had the gall to ask Dean to take you to get something, last night. I didn't have a very good night. I kept on thinking about you buying those shoes for your job at Tim Horton's, and the fact that you had a short shirt on, and your belly kept on showing. I was also thinking about how much I wanted to cut your down the back hair, and buy you a large, sloppy sweater. It's just the fact that you told me not to phone, and than you came out with us, anyways, that bothers me.

Have a good bitching life, bitching at people

Mick

Dear X,

The things that you deal with, on a day to day basis, is called life. Learn to deal with life, the way that I've learned to deal with being an anachronism, in today's modern world, of 2010.

M

Dear CockneyRebel,

Good on you, for deciding to be you. The Kinks suit you a lot better, than Sid from Flushed Away. They always have, even though, you couldn't see it, in Mid-2007. It's also great to see you with Mick Avory, for a role model, instead of the ones, that you've had in the past.

Role Models of your fantasy-laced past:

Rosco P. Coaltrain
Skeletore from He Man
Rowdy Roddy Piper
Pee Wee Herman
Crocodile Dundee
Mr. Belevedere
Karen Arnold from The Wonder Years
Skinny Ray Davies of The Kinks - wanted to be skinny like him.
Austin Powers
Sid from Flushed Away

Keep up the good work.

CR

Dear Me,

You are doing the right thing. Really.

Bye.

Dearest father,

Here is my response to what you were saying "to yourself" this morning when I was trying to get some much-needed rest.

You: "Some of us have to go to work."

You are out of the house for 2 hours in the morning, and the same in the afternoon. I leave at 7:30am, and I don't get to wind down until almost 8pm. Oh, and after that I have to do university work/study. Also, I work with people: not just in formulaic, scripted interactions, but in a job that requires me to actually engage with them and think on my feet. Not easy. I'm pretty certain that I work harder than you do.

You: "To support kids who are too pathetic to do it themselves".

No, not pathetic, disabled. I didn't suspect AS in myself because my brain worked in ways that just made life too easy for me, and my psychiatrist didn't agree with my suspicions because my life was just too problem-free. I identified it, and got diagnosed, because it has effects all over my life that make things very, very difficult.
My brothers are not diagnosed with anything, but I'd be very surprised if they weren't also somewhat autistic, so they're in the same position that I am.

You're not the only person who finds life difficult, and if you pulled your head out of your arse for 2 seconds, you'd realise that.

- Rachel

Dear Chloe,

It's been over a year since we last spoke. I know what I said was disrespectful. I'm sorry I didn't understand any sooner. I'm sorry I was always so needy and emotional. I do think I tried to help you too, when you felt that way, but I guess I just suck at that, so I don't really deserve to ask such an excessive return on comforts. I always liked you and Matthew a lot, a lot more than most people in this stupid world, and I wish I could still talk to either of you again. *sighs* And now I'm doing like I always do when I remember you fondly. I'm crying.

Not that I didn't do a lot of crying when we still talked too. I'm sorry I put all of that on you. It wasn't right to expect so much of you. I tried to be supportive, and I thought we both really enjoyed helping each other through those stupid issues. I suppose yours were always more legitimate issues than mine though. I'm just so tired and confused about this life, and the world. I wish I had you to talk to again.

Yours truly, should you ever have me again,
Alex.

Dear Wrong Planet,

thank you for giving me a voice, and a vocabulary for all of the strange things i have experienced. i finally understand that i am more than an island in the sea of human experience.

K

Dear All.

These letters are beautiful.

I am not being flattering. I think they should be published to show the world how normal we all are inside. The rants, the love notes, the pleas- all of them, no matter how badly spelled or gratuitously capslocked- this place is the soul of Wrongplanet.

A whole thread of people talking to themselves, fictional conversations... Isolated yet so dependant on others for their very existance. It would be wonderful to hear them all spoken aloud at once.

I am disappointed in myself that in 3 years, this is the first time I have entered this thread.

Lene