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Dear Phagocyte,
Don't drink that coffee. It won't settle well, and the experience shall be most unpleasant.

-Thanks jackass, your future self

Dear Ana,


don't get a sore throat NOW! You went all these months surrounded by people with cold and the flu, and never caught a thing, though everyone else caught everything from each other. NOW you're getting a sore throat?


Oh, now it's gone! Thanks! Never mind!

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Dear Spacecase,

where have you been? haven't seen you posting lately. anyway, thanks for this great thread.


Dear me,

I'm even more proud of you today then yesterday. Stay on track, and keep up the good work.

Dear SamuraiSaxen:

I know you will be writing a story or a novel. I hope you make it! I don't know about good novels, but I think you have good ideas, the real problem is that you haven't had the guts for using them, and sometimes you don't take risks.

Although you don't write the 50,000 words for the challenge, you will gain something more important. This will be a chance for your development as a person.

~ Your best friend, SamuraiSaxen

Me me,

You didn't do so well today. But seeing as it's Halloween, I forgive you.

Dear life:

Stop being so confusing. Can't anything make sense anymore? I know that my situation is far beyond logic's sake of understanding, but can I have some answers!? PLEASE?

That, Life, and STOP MAKING ME WANT TO HURT MYSELF. I have decided that that is pointless and WHAT I WANTED IS LONG GONE. As in, poof. I don't want to die. So shut up, life, and stop giving me those memories of those thoughts!

Signed, Nairin.



Dear logic:

You fail at life. Life fails at life. What a nice failing couple.

Signed, Nairin.


And one last letter.

You know who you are.

And I think you know what I have to say. At least, I hope you do.

Signed: Straight A Idiot.

Dear me,

These past few days you have done terribly. work harder. Also, please in some stroke of luck remember where that book is....

Dear Dr. Ginter,


The day I saw you I was so understimulated inside that I could not do anything inside my head; it was torture and I just could not spend any time in a black hole, where there was no stimulation. The noly thing that allowed me to sit still in the waiting room was hope that I'd get a stimulant. You saw me sitting there reading and said I had no problems concentrating and I didn't need a stimulant, and also I was "too wired" to need a stimulant. I was like that because I was frantically looking around for stimulation outside of me bcause I was understimulated inside. You probably thought I was just trying to get drugs, which is humiliating.


I felt like a little piece of me died each day and could never come back.


Dear SD,

when you said it wasn't an emergency because I didn't want to kill myself right then, you were wrong. There are worse things than wanting to kill yourself and doing it. Like not being able to because you have no energy, so you fall into the black hole inside your head and never come out, rather than releasing the soul before it has a chance to fall into the hole. It's not die, die and go to heaven or die and go to hell, and since that crazy place you work doesn't even have fast-acting antidepressants on hand for emergencies, part of me may have died and gone to hell because of that.


It's my fault. I should have told you what I needed. But I was so depressed, and panicking so much that I couldn't think.


Exercise wasn't enough on its own. Talking wasn't enough on its own. Don't even MENTION reading. I can't sing or practise acting where I am, I'd get arrested if I ran around and yelled like a crazy person, and watching TV involves sitting or standing still, in a dark room full of silent people, or all alone up in that small room. The curtains of the room I'm in don't shut all the way, so I can't dance or anything. Every few minutes someone comes into the bathroom, so I can't do it there either, and it's just not enough anyway without any other stimulation.


Don't even think of calling me a drug addict. And I don't have Dependant Personality Disorder either. It was embarrassing going in there like that but I had to do what I had to do.


I feel betrayed.


I should have said I wanted to kill myself. Then I might have gotten the help I needed.


And I'm glad you said I don't have Dependant Personality Disorder; that's one thing you got right!

Dear Father,
f**k you, and f**k your suggestion that I should go on the dole when I finish uni. Do you think I'm too incompetent to get a job? I earn more than you do now, loser, and I'm completing a uni degree. Besides, I know what being on the dole entails. You have to spend all this time looking for work, time that could be better spent developing skills and building a career. f**k that. And you have to accept any job. To forestall your next question: yes, I do think I'm too f*****g good to clean toilets or work at McDonalds. I worked long and hard to get to the point I'm at today, and I'm not letting anything sabotage that position, and if you don't like it then you can shove it up your arse.
Sure, the extra money would be nice. But I prefer to earn my money. In fact, earning my money is necessary for me to have any sense of self-worth. You dohn't give a f**k about that, though, do you? All you can see is your resentment at having to support your children. It was your choice to have children. Grow the f**k up and learn to live with the consequences of your choices. We are not bad people, it's your attitude that sucks.
Go f**k yourself,

- Rachel -

Dear me,

you did great today.

Dear ShadesOfMe,

what IS it like at that Aspie school? I'm curious!

Dear me,

You need that Garrador action figure. It's the only way you'll ever be able to draw one. After all, action figures are good to use for reference...

From, Berserker.

Dear Ana54,

it was not as advertised. sadly, They treated us as if we were in kindergarten. We were reading fourth grade level books, coloring, and learning to raise out hands. I wound up going to homeschool because i felt greatly underchallenged.

Dear ShadesOfMe,

did you take it up with them and tell them you needed something more advanced, and try to enlighten them as to what AS was? If so, what did they say/do? Nothing?


Your curious friend,


Annoying Ana

Dear YMCA staff,


kick me out if you want, you probably saw me on the camera writing on his door, but I'm okay; I know of places to sleep until my assessment is finished, and then I can go to Vancouver, or back to Montreal. Please don't wash it off yet or make me wash it off; I want people to see it first.


Thanks.

Yes I did. It was very creepy, honestly. I got a very bad vibe. They said maybe the other students (3 boys) would "rise to the challenge".