When I was 5 years old, my mother always told me that happiness was the key to life. When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down happy. They told me I didn’t understand the assignment. I told them they didn’t understand life. - John Lennon
I hate people like you who say nasty things to other people’s faces just to show how “cool” you are. Ignorant fool. You don’t know them. You don’t know where they’ve been in life and what they’ve been through. You don’t know what they’re going through right now at home. So don’t you dare try to escalate your popularity with such stupid stunts.
i sit here, covered with mucus, blood and tears. What have i done to cause you this much pain? Your gone to bed while i shiver and cry. Maybe i should just sleep and sleep, for eternity. I just wish you were here to comfort me, but your the one this is for. i have so much to tell you, so much indeed. its ironic, when i need to talk to you, its you i need to talk about. i shiver, and cry. writing this my lower lips tremble. what is wrong? what have i done? yet, i should know. everyone is asleep, i am awake, in bed crying. maybe i should just leave? but i need you. want you, i never want to let go. please be here on monday. i want to see you. i dont know why im crying, but i am indeed. what am i even doing? sitting here, rotting away, refusing to eat, to sleep or to breathe. yet my brain takes control, and dread takes me in. Im far from perfect, just please, tell me simply. why? what have i done? evrytime i read ur inbox, i want to drown in my tears. what is wrong? what have you been going through?
If you can read this, Its me Sara, this isnt a reblog. I want to apologise. I really do. If your reading this and know who you are then please, read on. Im so sorry. I dont know if its me or just my annoying self. I miss you soo much that ive started having dreams about you. Last night i dreamt that i was locked in a box and couldnt see you. Im so sorry i’ve been a terrible friend, and i dont know what to make up for it. I hate when people dont understand you, it seriously pisses me off. “What with her?”, they might say, and im just like “Stuff you”, because they dont understand. Frankly, neither do i, but i want to. I know i dont know whats going on with your life atm, and i know i have to wait for you to tell me. But please, I beg of you, dont leave me or not talk to me. It kills, its like ripping every piece of me inside, leaving nothing to tear to have. I feel incomplete without you, i need you. Please, please, talk to me. Please. I know for me, ive left my old friends behind and picked new ones, but atm, some of my friends are goiing through some rough times, but so are you. I want to help, i want to pay you back for all that youve done for me. But, but, if you dont let me, i dont wanna to force you. i’d like to force you, but i know its wrong and you would hate me for it. I guess what im trying to say is, please talk to me, piss me off, yell at me, make fun of me, but please, dont ignore me.
I’m writing you this letter to tell you that I’m leaving you forever. I’ve been a good man to you for 7 years & I have nothing to show for it. These last 2 weeks have been hell.
Your boss called to tell me that you quit your job today & that was the last straw. Last week, you came home & didn’t even notice I had a new haircut, had cooked your favorite meal & even wore a brand new pair of silk boxers. You ate in 2 minutes, & went straight to sleep after watching all of your soaps. You don’t tell me you love me anymore; you don’t want sex or anything that connects us as husband & wife. Either you’re cheating on me or you don’t love me anymore; whatever the case, I’m gone.
Your EX-Husband P.S. don’t try to find me. Your SISTER & I are moving away to West Virginia together! Have a great life! —— Dear Ex-Husband
Nothing has made my day more than receiving your letter.
It’s true you & I have been married for 7 years, although a good man is a far cry from what you’ve been. I watch my soaps so much because they drown out your constant whining & griping Too bad that doesn’t work. I DID notice when you got a hair cut last week, but the 1st thing that came to mind was ‘You look just like a girl!’ Since my mother raised me not to say anything if you can’t say something nice, I didn’t comment. And when you cooked my favorite meal, you must have gotten me confused with MY SISTER, because I stopped eating pork 7 years ago. About those new silk boxers: I turned away from you because the $49.99 price tag was still on them, & I prayed it was a coincidence that my sister had just borrowed $50 from me that morning.
After all of this, I still loved you & felt we could work it out. So when I hit the lotto for 10 million dollars, I quit my job & bought us 2 tickets to Jamaica But when I got home you were gone.. Everything happens for a reason, I guess.
I hope you have the fulfilling life you always wanted. My lawyer said that the letter you wrote ensures you won’t get a dime from me.
So take care.
Signed, Your Ex-Wife, Rich As Hell & Free!
P.S. I don’t know if I ever told you this, but my sister Carla was born Carl. I hope that’s not a problem.