Dear Limertilly,

I have fought the lymphoma monster, as has the Hooligan's brother. He's not impossible to beat. I will keep your mum in my thoughts and prayers.

Dear Leprechaun and Dear Crow Girl, and in fact everyone on this board that is so wonderful,

thank you very much for your kindness and reassurance. I'm so very grateful for this support network that has been built over so many years, now. I know that whatever happens, i can come here and get the emotional help i need. this makes it a little easier to bear all the shit that happens.

*hugs back* and anytime you need my support in return, it's here for you.

I love you all.

Me.

Dear body

I hate you so much right now, I know these last few years of depression and eating disorders have been hard on you, but that was your own stupid fault for having fucked brain chemistry.
So right now I want you to stop with the worrying symptoms and the pain.

Most days I want a trade in.

So hurry up and let me know whats really wrong so I can fix you.

Dear Limer,

Hugs for you. And especially hugs for your mom.

-Me

Dad,
You're asking for alimony from mom? Seriously? What the fuck is wrong with you? She's the one with the kids. We shouldn't suffer because of your shitty job. Grow the fuck up. I'm sick of having to be the fucking grown up in this family. The divorce should have been quick and easy if you'd just let it.

Sometimes it really is just me
Or, rather, what you think of as me.
The thing about boundaries is intention,
Without which fences are just constellations to be admired.

And shifting, like a sand slide on an impossibly distant planet
Beautiful and true;
Still deadly, its scale incomparable.
Intimate in the end.

You turn your intention towards what is actually there.
Suddenly, the cameras, miraculous as they are, show nothing significant,
Dusky red robot screens, belying the life even a schoolchild knows lies
Beneath the surface.

And I know it’s just a telescope. Really I do.
Distance just as impossible as any stellar body,
Doesn’t dim my fascination
Or make the intimate any less immediate.

Dear so called friend,

You just got your second strike, yes I'm a depressive if you yell at me and insult me I'm going to get upset.

What you might not realise is that the being upset doesn't go away. Last time you threw me into 3 months of severe depression with massive social anxiety. This time it's been a week so far of just general moodiness and depression making it harder for me to be motivated to do anything. I've had trouble getting up for work etc. Not to mention totally blowing off 2 of my friends because I have too much social anxiety now to go to a party.

This is completely your fault and I don't know if I want to give you a chance for strike number 3 to occur.

I don't know what else to say, but I suddenly realised I'm not sure that I really want you for a friend. I never thought that we would grow apart but for the first time in 9 years now I can see that it's already happened.

Dear cousin,

I thought it was seriously uncool that you relegated my sister to the other side of the dining room in the seating plan of your wedding, while putting me with the rest of the family at the head of the table. I chose not to join you but to help my sister with the kids, while she sat next to some complete strangers - I wonder if you noticed.

*hugs everyone*

Dear Spyware Doctor,

Why the fuck do you want me to pay £25 to upgrade your software, when you said I'd get free upgrades for a year? Stick it up your bollocks.

Sincerely,
Me

Dear life right now,

Meh.

That is all. Farkin frakin MEH.

Me.

Dear Professor:

I sent you a request for a reference letter quite a long time ago. I just received an email today telling me that they have not received it yet. I understand that I am doing something contrary to your advice, but unless I am mistaken you made it clear that you would support me regardless of my decision.

Please send out my letter. Thank you.

sincerely,

me

ETA:

Dear Letter from Japan:

Move.

Faster.

Dear Weeble's Jaw,

Please unclench. That's how you ended up with a cracked tooth, remember?

Love,
Weeble

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Dear Mythos's Professor,

What Mythos said.

Sincerely,
Weeble

Dear Professor F -

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Quite Sincerely,
Me

Dear Mother Nature,

Would it kill ya to lay of the grey for a while, maybe warm up a wee bit?

Sincerely,

Shivering in Pennsyltucky

Dear Professor X,

I have more hair than you.


- F

Dear Neighbors,

Fuck you and the horse you rode in on, you groupie bitches.

Sincerely,

me.

Dear .....,
I still love you, and know you still love me. No matter what. I think one day, I don't know when, we might be able to make it work, if I just keep my feet on the ground. Just the thought of being beside you brings me more joy than I can say.
Love,
Table

Dear You,

That whole "Pot calling the Kettle black" thing? Not cool. Thanks for making the kitchen a cold hostile place. It's all I can do to keep the small appliances from ganging up on the Tupperware, and now you have to start this shit on top of it all.

Thanks Bunches.

Teapot.

P.S. I want my cozy back, Bitch.

Dear Sherlock,

You fool.

Sincerely,

Irene