Dear Whomever

Dear Universe

mr lackluster — Sat, 19 May 2012 09:38:37 +0000

Thanks for nothing!

You have generated everything just to end up destroying it.

Knowing everything good, knowing everything pure, knowing everything is destined to end in less than dust kind of puts a damper on the day.

Thanks you fucking ass for putting the entire human population in this perpetual misery!

The world is not big enough

A Thinking man — Sat, 19 May 2012 09:38:28 +0000

Fuel prices up due to it running out, global warming due to too much carbon emissions, congestion due to too many cars on the road.

When will people realize that the problem is simply the amount of people on the planet!

7 Billion is far too many for this world to handle!

Would it not make sense to start putting a rule in place where by people are pressured into having 1 child to reduce the population of the planet?

I have not idea how it could or should be enforced but a lot of problem would be solved by simply reducing the number of people in the world. Think of all the problems in the world, millions starving where as millions gorge themselves stupid, if there were half the population then we could reduce the amount starving instantly and help equalize the balance.

Dear love of my life

AchingHeart — Sat, 19 May 2012 09:38:18 +0000

I know you are getting married tomorrow, and it’s braking my heart, I don’t know how to wake up tomorrow, or how is this going to be from now on. I dont´t know how to relate to you, how to talk to you, because I just can´t pretend that I’m happy for you or that I’m so happy for you. I wish I was, but I’m only human, and I can’t because Im deeply hurt.
I know we’ve been so close for two years, and I ‘m so confused, by would you kiss me 4 months ago, why would you tell me that you were in love with me and didn´t wanted to get married, and somehow you are getting married tomorrow. I love you, but I know that you don’t love me, I don’t want to disrespect your new life, or complicate you. I want to feel what I feel for you, for someone who chooses me, only me.
I’m so mad at you, because you refused to see me after you told me you loved me, even when I asked you and begged please, becayse I needed to talk to you, you know we needed to clear things up. Instead you texted me and asked me not not text you back because you need peace right now to get married. So now im here, alone, with a broken heart, writing to the ciberspace.
I still hope this is a good decission, I hope you two have a happy life together, and I won´t bother you, never, ever. I love you so much, and I hope I will be happy too, in the future, so we can just talk to eachother like old friends.

Thanks for this idea

Thu, 26 Apr 2012 20:39:45 +0000

Hey, thanks for creating such a great site. Keep up the good work

Can’t win

Darren — Thu, 26 Apr 2012 20:39:27 +0000

I had no self-confidence and couldn’t get a man, I was 40kg overweight and felt unatractive, i wasn’t sexy and people didn’t fancy me. I lost 40kg and then you came along, you made me feel confident and sexy and wanted, i felt so good. And now you tell me that i’m not attractive to you because you only like people who are overweight. Couldn’t you have just walked past me in the first place? And never told me you liked me? Not made me fall in love with you and not told me that you were in love with me. Why would you do that to somebody?

strategy

consultant — Thu, 26 Apr 2012 20:39:04 +0000

How am I suppose to get this thing going.The client isn’t that interested in getting their cashflow in order,so long as the government pay their salaries,its okay.My team adds no value to me,just suckups who waiting for your instruction.My boss only thinks over the phone,saying all impractical things.I can’t handle this anymore,I’m slowly loosing sanity.

are you my best friend?

tdomf_870d3 — Sun, 11 Mar 2012 19:02:14 +0000

supposed to be the best day of my life. you were supposed to be leaving your asshole of a dad to come stay with me know that your 16. i guess i was the stupid one for even thinking for a second that you would actually do it. i know you love him and all, cos he’s your dad and you kinda have to. i know you don’t choose your own family or what they are like. but surely your allowed to be in charge of your own life? why do you let him push you around like that an d never do what you like or stick up for yourself. you dont have an answer. that’s why your not replying to my messages right now. i want you to come to this concert with me in a few months. I want you to be able to do something you want for you! i want to be happier with you. are you really my best friend? to be honest, i cant answer that.

F*ck Steve Jobs

Hairy Lobster — Fri, 02 Mar 2012 21:29:25 +0000

Happy Birthday Steve Jobs?
F*ck Steve Jobs… the only thing he changed in the world was the size of his wallet and Apples financial wellbeing.
I’d rather celebrate the lost lives of the brave troops who fight for us each and every day.

Dear boyfriend

lovingyou — Fri, 02 Mar 2012 21:29:05 +0000

I hate every girl that’s ever touched you
Not that I think you would ever cheat on me but because I have a sneaking feeling that I’m not the best you’ve ever had. And it kills me!
Telling you seems so easy at first but what am I supposed to say?”Um just wondering am I the best you’ve ever had?” I don’t want to ask cause deep down I know the answer and it would hurt too much to hear

Not Sure

Anonymous — Sat, 28 Jan 2012 14:22:26 +0000

I can’t go on like this.

You’ll go for weeks, months even, without speaking to me, and then suddenly announce that you miss me and want to meet up. Even when we do see each other you ignore me for your friends that you see every day.

I remember when we were making plans. We wanted to travel together, to see places and experience the world. They’ve all gone now, I can tell. Even if you half-heartedly mention them in conversation, it’s as if you’re letting them go and saying goodbye. I can’t just do that with you, and it really irritates me.

We’re so different, as well. Yes, we watch the same TV shows, like Studio Ghibli movies, but you smoke weed. You get drunk most weekends. You talk about sex like it doesn’t matter at all. I rarely even drink, I’ve never tried drugs and I’ve only had sex once. The thing is, you talk about all this stuff while I’m in the presence of your friends, then it all falls away when we’re alone. You’re the sweet, caring person I met two and a half years ago. Everyone changes, I know that. But you’re too much for me to deal with.

I love you. I’m not in love with you, but I love you nonetheless. And that’s why I can’t walk away from you, and why I’ll always smile when you say my name in that way that makes your dimples come out.

I’ll carry on without you. I have to.