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Dear Anubis,

What did they do to you?


Dear Ana,

Please remember to do the following tomorrow:

1. call AISH
2. go to the bank and apply for an online account
3. clean out the rest of your bags
4. research stuff to do in Edmonton for when me and UN88 and MD and maybe others meet!

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Dear Future PSD,

I love you.


-SpaceCase

Nobody seems willing to just let things go, to live and let live. Why exactly?

Some suggested answers to your question:
i)some people simply do not know how to forgive - themselves and others?
ii)some people really may need something, anything to hold onto to keep themselves going or feeling inside - could be the last sentence read on a weeties packet that morning, or unfortunately the last line or words of a disagreement?
iii)some people are lost and don't know which way is up?
iv) some people may have misplaced their minds the night/week/month before and are unable to recall anything else?
v) some people simply enjoy upsetting other people and creating or being involved in arguments?
vi) some people may simply wish to speak to you (or whomever) again and instead of knowing how to introduce themselves in a positive manner, once initially things may not have been so good, stick to the argument base instead - when really they only wish to talk?

There's some ideas? *hands shadexii a tissue*
Peace

Dearest father,
Kill yourself. Please. The only reason I don't kill you myself is because of the effect it would have on my mother.

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Dear me,
Stop whining, for God's sake.
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dear me!

i got jaw drop panic when i saw the thread, because i did not know that others did like us and wrote to myself so i could keep the track and i kind of got nervous about it but don't worry it is ok, because those are OTHER you/mes and not ME, so pay no attention to the curtain or the man behind the curtain, but don't chew on curtains and DO NOT rip up or destroy any more all the clues i keep leaving to you, because don't lose i again, ok?

-you (me, amanda)

Dear USername88,

I miss you so much! Please send me a long long PM telling of everything you've been doing or thinking or feeling!

Dear God,

I've been hiding my Routemaster obsession from everybody at WrongPlanet for three months, and it's killing me.

CockneyRebel

Dear Personal Who Just Phoned,

You sounded frustrated. We have to go out and rant and b***h and wash the craziness of the world away with coffee/beer/other form of intoxication. But the thing is you want to dance/party/talk/socialize and well, no matter how much time passes these are not things that invigorate me as much as you.

I'll do it sometimes because you enjoy it and I enjoy seeing you happy but every night is too much - way too much.

We need a place to go without distractions. Maybe we can get away next week, spend a couple of days at the condo in the sky . We can stay in with a bottle of wine a good board game/movie/video game and converse randomly. (If we replace bottle with movie dancing/talking/socializing might be in order -- how do you say "midnight margaritaaaas!").

So, please forgive me for blowing you off tonight.

Best Regards and Much Love,
Eeyore the Recharging

PS. Person in the next room how is it possible for you to talk louder with every phone call you make?!

dear CockneyRebel

why?

Kilroy

Why are you acting like this? You're the one who blew me off last weekend. I should be acting all pissed off at you, not the other way around. Yes, that hurt me but I'm not going to act like a dumb ass about it at work.

Forget it, maybe I was right when I first met you and you're just a shallow jerk.

I've been told by somebody here to tone it down, and that I was more affected than most people here.

Dear WP,

My obsession thwarting experiment is over.

Now, can I post about Routemasters, from time to time?

Dear Father,
53 years old, and what have you achieved?
Let me think...
Oh yes. Not. A. f*****g. Thing.
I KNOW why you're such an a***hole. It's because you're a FAILURE at life, and I'm not.
Ha.
I win.
No matter what you say to me, no matter how many times you call me "stupid", no matter how many times you say "you think you're so smart, why can't you...", no matter how many times you try to make me feel like I'm a burden, the truth is the same... You. Are. A. Failure., and I am LAUGHING about it.
So...
No achievements, no hope of any achievements, because all you do is whine and blame everyone else for your problems...
I guess there's only one thing left for you- kill yourself.
If you like, I can lend you a razor. They are sharp (I should know, I did enough damage to myself with them- at least half of that damage was because of things you'd said), you could easily get to a major artery. Might I suggest the ones in your neck?
Sincerely,
Rachel
PS: You are just like your oldest son. You know, the one who you despise? Both good-for-nothing failures, and both far too quick to blame everyone but yourselves.
PPS: When I succeed in life, I'll find you and laugh in your face.

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Dear CockneyRebel,
I have no problem with you talking about Routemasters.
- Rachel -

cockney, im actually really happy to see your 2 obcessions on one avator yes it has been a LONG time since ruby the routie has been driving following you around with every post you make on wp.

i have no problem with your love for routemasters its that some people may not appriciate the the london historic transportation system as much as another would. like in my case, some may think a door closer is just a spring, and think im crazy for loving door closers since middle school.