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Post by kmcm on Mar 19, 2011 18:43:21 GMT -8
Dear life,
Fuck off, I am tired of everything.
My kid has Crohn's, i hurt like fucking hell all the time, i'm disappearing into myself, and i'm fed up.
Always,
kmcm
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Post by juniper on Mar 19, 2011 23:46:03 GMT -8
Dear life,
What Kari said! Leave us alone!
juniper
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Post by loyhargil on Mar 21, 2011 6:34:35 GMT -8
Dear Daughter,
Thanks for yelling at me about how you resent I never feel well enough to do anything - like roller skate, play basketball, etc. Believe me, I'd LOVE to be able to do that stuff with you. Yelling at me about how much you resent my inability to do anything solves nothing. But thanks, glad to have you back from your dad's after spring break.
/sigh
Me
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Post by juniper on Mar 22, 2011 22:22:57 GMT -8
Dear idiot at work,
Yes, the condition is a birth defect. Yes, it is bilateral. Yes, the left knee will have to be done. Stop fucking asking the same damned questions every fucking day! There is more to my life than my knees and surgery. Learn from the guy sitting next to you. We're good friends. We laugh about all the work appropriate things I share with him. Or, learn from the girl across from you. We're not friends, but we work well together. She brings me her needs, and I fix the problem, and there is no small talk at all.
Either option will work.
Thanks, J
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Post by Nico on Mar 23, 2011 0:11:29 GMT -8
Dear Busybody*, It's none of your fucking business. Kindly fuck yourself sideways. Twice. Thanks. *Don't worry, no one here or associated with here.
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Post by riotgirlheather on Mar 28, 2011 23:20:30 GMT -8
Dear Panic,
Please go away. What are the odds? It is possible, but it just happened tonight. Chill.
Later, Me
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Post by winterwhispers on Mar 29, 2011 5:35:36 GMT -8
Dear Pain and Anxiety,
The both of you suck big fat monkey balls. I hate you with every ounce of me. You stole my life and I want it back motherfuckers. I want to be active again. I want to work out again. I want to be ME again. So just kindly fuck off and leave me alone.
Thanks, H
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Post by zorro on Mar 29, 2011 17:37:47 GMT -8
Dear everyone who thinks they are helping,
Shut. UP. I have six different doctors in varying specialties coordinating my care. If there was something else medical science could do to fix me, I'm pretty sure one of these really smart people would have found out about it by now. Unfortunately, vitamins, herbs, prayers, and postive thinking are not going to change my genetic defect into, well, not being defective. And each time you try to (figuratively) sell me some new snake oil, you remind me that I am not and never have been normal, and am defective, so thanks for that.
Zorro
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ee
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Post by ee on Apr 21, 2011 18:56:34 GMT -8
Dear stomach,
Stop being so upset, I did not want to spend my day in the ER because of you. Plus it really, really hurts to vomit.
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Dear Doctor in the ER,
That pelvic exam was utterly fucking painful. Seriously I am a week out of having a hysterectomy no matter how gentle you were it was still painful. But you had to do what you had to do.
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Dear down there area,
WTF is going on, you stink and you have never smelled well not to the extent where I can smell you like this. As soon as I can you will be cleaned throughly, in the meantime stop smelling so much.
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Post by juniper on Apr 21, 2011 21:48:44 GMT -8
Dear Universe,
Alright, since you won't stop with the crap, I have a new message for you: Bring it. I will win, I will take the shit you're shoveling at me and produce a garden of flowers, and whatever the fuck I did to bring this down on me will be nothing compared to the fuck I do to get through it.
Jenn
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Post by riotgirlheather on Apr 24, 2011 10:45:15 GMT -8
Dear Matthew,
F@#* off. I'm tired of how you treat me. I deserve to be treated well. Like the one and only. Not just another option. You didn't choose me, I get it. Don't come crawling back when she leaves you because you slip and tell her you were unfaithful. I'm done with your crap. The last straw was when you promised you'd be at Daddy's funeral and you didn't show up. You haven't even contacted me since the day before. Maybe someone you're related to found out through your cousin. I didn't tell anyone you are related to about our thing. You told your cousin. Don't go blaming me if she found out that you can't keep it in your pants.
I do still love you, but I'm not going to let you hurt me anymore.
Heather
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Post by Nico on Apr 24, 2011 11:30:01 GMT -8
Oh yeah, fuck him. My ex-boyfriend who wasn't even talking to me at the time showed up for my father's funeral, without even being asked, so ew. Fuck him.
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Post by loyhargil on Apr 25, 2011 13:07:18 GMT -8
Dear Hubby,
I love you. I love you with all my heart and soul and being. I smile every night, knowing I get to wake up next to you every morning.
Our anniversary came and went.* You never told me what you wanted. You also forgot what I wanted, despite me sending you a webpage link, and then taking you directly to the department store and pointing out exactly what it was I wanted.
Then, the day after our anniversary, we went to the mall for lunch with the kids. You suggested we go to the department store and pick up what I wanted since it was nearby. Then after lunch, you decided you were too tired.
So, we're both giftless. Not a big deal I suppose, just kind of annoying.
Of course, we have our joke that it's a good thing we found each other, because no one else could put up with us. I think that's pretty accurate, but it's worked out well.
Love ya,
Me
*I know this part sounds unromantic, but DH and I are just incredibly practical people. When we decided we might get married, we bought a huge book of "questions you should ask before you get married" and went through them one by one making sure we were either on the same page or could find ways to conpromise on everything. It's dreadfully mundane to some, but it's our dance, and we like it. We still surprise each other occasionally, and it's great fun, but when there's something we really want, we just come out and say it. And honestly, I expended all my creativity on his Valentine's present (awesome thinkgeek.com selections, including a screwdriver that looks like a sonic screwdriver).
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Post by riotgirlheather on Apr 27, 2011 0:07:07 GMT -8
Dear Ryan,
Looking back on it...you could have killed me you bastard! Driving on a straight road without headlights on is bad enough, but driving on a winding mountain road next to a lake...that was without a doubt, the dumbest thing you could've done the entire time we dated. I'm really happy I dumped you, I could've ended up on the news in a bad accident. Asshat.
Grrr, Heather
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Dear Heart,
Mend already. You have bigger wounds to deal with than dealing with Matthew getting past your defenses and breaking you again. At least ignore the Matthew pain for a good long time so you can deal with the real pain. Matthew can choke on a taco (he works at Taco Bell) and die for all you should care right now.
Sincerely, Me
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Post by Nico on Apr 27, 2011 12:39:29 GMT -8
Dear Matthew,
I don't like you either. Sit on a churro, and rotate.
Nico
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