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Dear you,
i'm sorry i can't be the good big sister you always see in the movies. i'm so sorry i get mad at you for the little things you do, and that i have to take breaks from you, because everything is too much. i'm seeing the problems i never even bothered to look at before now, and i am going to fix them. i will always need to take breaks, but i want you to know that when i go to my bedroom, it is to take a break from the world, not from you. i will probably still get mad at you for little mistakes, but i want you to know that it is because i know that mistakes end badly, and i dont want those bad things to happen to you. however, i forget that i survived those mistakes, and that i shouldnt be training you to be wary of everything you do. there is no mistake you can make that you cannot recover from. you should never be afraid to do something because you might mess up. im so sorry you got me as a sister, and not the sister you deserve
from me

The funny thing is that you're still living along with me, no matter that you're gone.

I see Jack, stand up and look through the window when I talk of him aloud -- everyone I've cared for has always been around in the same way, no matter where they are; they're still around.

I don't know why that is. Perhaps my memory is too good, and I remember each reaction to each event, and how the various types of such are simple to predict, hence, you're always here with me.

Sure, it can make some sadness when you can't touch them anymore, but I've always considered thoughts to be the most important part of life.

Dear Pharmaceutical Marketers:

Please stop marketing antipsychotics as antidepressants. They are not the same kind of drug.

I understand that they have uses, including in the treatment of bipolar depression. Also depression with psychotic features. And your warning is technically correct. But they are NOT antidepressants; in fact their mechanism of action is opposite from antidepressaants. If they cause worsening depression, or if suicidal thoughts develop, it is for different reasons.

Consumers don't know that. Teachers, parents, therapists... The world is full of people who don't know that. It has taken more than 100 hours of research for ME to know that. I know you spent a lot of money on these drugs, and nownyou must sell them. OK. But please don't do it by slieght of hand (or slieght of word). People are going to be destroyed. Or killed.

People already have been.

Sincerely,

Someone Who Is Not Going To Be a Victim Any More

I would like you to talk to me.

Dear coach,
How do you expect us to respect you, if you refuse to respect us?
Sincerely,
Its not just me that is having problems

Dear -------

Thanks. I realise I didn't want more, and I deserve far less. I do miss directness in speech though.

Dear Ri-----

I'm glad you're not angry with me. I'm glad you understand it was just an error in communication.

I love you dearly, more than I would ever admit and allow myself. You make me feel so happy and understood and yet, you make me feel so weak and confused like a like wounded child by your presence. You are able to penetrate my defensive walls and experience emotions at it's fullest, at both ends of my emotional spectrum.

You make me feel so alive I can't believe it. You awoke sides of myself, I didn't even knew that I had. You expose me, all my pains,pleasures and joys, and it makes me horribly scared to know that, I can't control myself any better around you anymore.

I want you so badly like I have never wanted anything else in my life. You make feel so horribly aware of all the hurt I buried away from my mind.

Dear Me.

Go to bed.

Love from me.

Dear humanity,

congratulations. You've done it again.

Dear you,

I wish i was the person you deserve... and i love you.

Dear you,
Go n-eirí an t-ádh leat.

Dear J~

I'm glad to know you can safely access twitter whilst ignoring my sucidial tweets. It makes me feel good to have you ignore me. I know you can't do anything but at least show you care by texting/tweeting me! My mistake for thinking you had a heart. A**wipe.

Sincerely B~

Dear you

Soz!

From me.

Dear Cousin,

You were always the smartest one of the five of us. I might have made the grades, and your sister might have been the quick one, but you were always the one with the good sense.

I'm sorry your life turned out the way it did-- knocking up a social butterfly when you were nineteen and all-- but a lot of what you think you have lost nobody took from you except yourself. You didn't do too bad out of the deal-- you got your grades out of the toilet, finished college, became a competent forester. I realize that you still work the same sh***y drilling rig job that you had when you were 20, but that was also a choice you made in order to stay close to home. On the whole, I think you made the right choice. One third of you parents' acreage will be yours some day and you will use that education to manage it, I think, to both benefit and profit. You got two really wonderful kids out of the deal, too. DON'T BLOW THAT!! !!

1) Go back to playing your friggin' guitar. You do not have your son's gift, but you are not any slouch. He had to get it from somewhere. I'd like to see him call you up on a national stage for a duet someday. It can happen. But you need to pick up that guitar and get off the boy's back.

2) GET OFF THE BOY'S BACK. I realize (or surmise, anyway) that you are terrified that you are going to lose him and the girl both if they go to college, that the wife will leave you and that you'll die alone and rot in your bed like Daddy did. Well, you can prevent that. It could have been prevented in Daddy's case (say maybe by not holding stupid grudges over dumbass shit-- on his part as well as yours) and it can be prevented in your case too.

You hate your life. I realize that. So change it, and stop demanding that the boy settle down to the same fate. Let him go to college-- encourage him to learn the technical side of music as well as encouraging him to pick that devil's box. He's f*****g gifted, and he can learn to manage all aspects of the music-making process. That's one of the few professional careers outside of teaching or medicine that might actually be viable in West Virginia AS IT STANDS RIGHT NOW.

Come on-- yes, right now, an idiot can make $50K a year working on the pipeline. I know you are smarter than to think that is going to last. Dude-- we've seen this s**t before. In 10 years, the pipeline will be built and those jobs will be history. Then he'll be back to leave or starve, and you'll be faced with a choice between supporting him when you need to retire and being left all alone.

3) Get off your wife's back. For Christ sake-- If she is going to cheat, she is going to cheat. I think she would have done it by now, personally-- but if she is going to do it she is going to do it. Stop acting like a jealous high-school junior-- you are pushing 40!! ! Let her out of the house once in a while-- She is social, she needs to talk to people. Trying to keep her on a chain is going to drive her to break the chain and run.

I know you're scared. But please get your head out of your ass. You always were the smartest of us all. PLEASE USE IT.

Love,

The Family 'Tard

Dear Dear,

Please get back to me in some way. If you don't, I am afraid I might die or do something stupid. I know I should have more executive functioning than this, I'm sorry.

Sincerely,
ret*d

Dear Spouse,

You care more about the property, and the potential money to be made from it, than you ever did about the people who lived there. Momma, or Daddy, or me.

Sometimes I wish I had let it be sold out from under us, just so I would not have to see you like this.

You make me want to vomit, and I am not sure I can stand to love you any more.

No, I have not told you this. What would be the point?? You would tell me how you are right, and I am mentally ill, and then I would hate you more and want to die.

I'm really not sure why I ever loved you.

Sincerely,

Idiosyncratic b***h