Well I got this idea from a non-Hp site and thought it could be used here

so basically if there is someone/thing that makes you really mad or sad here is the chance to write it with out them knowing

I'll start

Dear Unnamed,
You are not Gods gift to theater...get over yourself! You are not Gods gift to anything school, the world, theater, sports you name it...the world does not revolve around you. You can insult me all you want, but I do not think I'm little Miss Perfect, however I do think I'm little Miss better than you...you know why, because you've never had an original thought in your life, you survive off the interests of others...and I cant help but sometimes think that the amount of talent and beauty you do have is wasted on you because no one is going to hire you with that attitude. Oh and one more thing Grace is not more important than ANNIE(the title character I might add) nor is Papa Ge more important than TiMoune

Luv ya
Me

Depending on how this works out, I might be in here quite often.

Dear Unnamed,

How could you have brought this upon us, our and your family? The day you destroyed any bit of happiness left was the day that you stopped acting like the maternal sort, and more like a person I am just around. Why you yell at me all the time and blame everything on me and another unnameable is beyond me... Thinking mental help might be needed here. It just can't make us all happy, and I don't know how I have been able to live with you for this long. Nothing I ever do will ever please you fully, and I feel pity for that fact.

Loves,

Kiersten


Edit: Jilly, I love the last sentence in your letter, because it is totally true, and it's something that will take certain actors years to realize... Maybe even a lifetime.

Dear Unnamed:
I barely know you, in this past month that we've been attempting to make friends at college, and I really like you, not that you're the nicest person of all, because I still miss my dear friends, but you're ok. Just one thing: I hope you won't be a second Lavender and still the hottie brownie, because I saw him first! And since I'm not good with bosy at all, let's just keep you really away from him, because ... he's got to see me, you listen? So, fly away and find someone else. After all, I'm not pretty, but you're not a beauty, hon.
Good luck, and let me know who you chose! (And try he's not redheaded, because we'll have a huge problem there)
Toodles!
Dessi.-

PS: Awesome game, Jilly!

This is a nifty thread indeed!

To Whom It May Concern,

There's a slight discrepancy with the data you received. Kindly keep that in mind. Also, be professional. There's no need to go to such lengths just to ensure my absence.

Sincerely,

Sinsdaemn

Ooh, I like this!

Dear Unnamed,

What is going through your head? You amble wherever you go, thinking you own the world. A snail could pass you! And that smirk that's forever on your face? Don't even get me started. Hel-lo? Is there anything in that empty space you call a head? You have the most inflated ego I've ever had the displeasure of experiencing! I'm surprised you can fit through a door, it's that big! The world does not, I repeat, not revolve around you! Get over yourself! Do I look like I care how much you can annoy someone? Sure, you make your friends laugh, but it doesn't matter! You're not perfect, hey, you're not even good with that I'm-so-better-than-you attitude! Snickering away while we talk to you, and you expect us to hang onto your every word like you're king of the world? I don't think so! Your "jokes" belong back in Kindergarden.

Totally not amused,
Sister to the Dark Lord

Dear Unnamed:
I probably don't know you and it's more than likely that you don't know me either, but much the better, because I might not like you, and you wouldn't like me for sure. But don't just go around so happily, because the day we meet, I'll make your life so miserable that you'll regret we can't go back to this time, this day, when we don't have the slightly idea about each other. Or maybe you'll be the one who will make my life even more miserable, and poor of you if you dare! So go getting ready for that day because anything can happen! I'm warning you, don't mess with me! And do not do again that thing you've never done to me because there's a huge chance I'll disagree with you on that, and you'll pay the consequences. Stop non-doing that! I've got nothing against you yet, but let's try to keep in good terms. I love books, try to keep in my good ones until the moment we run into each other in this wide world. Beware! This world is not so wide, and I might be there in a few minutes. Or you could be here in a while.
Sincerely hoping you'll be fine and waiting for us to meet,
Me.-

(Ok, that's all, I'm supposed to be studying!)

Dear Unnamed,

You are a traitor, not to mention, an idiot. How could you do what you did? It's going to make the Others have the upper hand. Don't you think you're a little too old to even think about what you are considering doing? Besides, you're sick (in more ways than one) and you should think about doing something that is more fun with the time you might have left. You really should consider leaving instead of becoming a turn coat. You've had a fair run. You're like a spoiled brat, thinking ONLY of your self. You are letting the rest of us down. Why don't you just go away graciously and with what dignity you might have left? Naw, I guess that's just not your style!

Cool thread Jilly

Dear Unnamed,

You suck. You're a traitor and a cheater. I'll never forgive you for what you did. You walk around acting like everyone should worship you because you're so "cool" and "handsome" but guess what- you're not!! You act all big- like you own the place. You really think everyones all over you, but you're just an ugly, discusting git. I hope you rot in hell for what you did, because i'm not the only one you've wrecked.

To Whom It May Concern,

This is my letter to you, written purely from the heart.

I cannot believe how well we interact together and yet you slip from my grasp, elude my grip with so much aversion I have half a mind to release you. Yet when such a tremor of indecision is expressed in the subtlest of forms what should happen but an invitation of exquisitely designed words, words to brimming, chockfull of memories doth issue forth from the murky depths of yon lair. Why? WHY!?! Must you torment me with barbs and slight implications of wondrous things?

For all the skills we jointly possess it was and shall remain thrilling, an ambrosial intoxication to sinuously twine and embrace in a mockery of dance. Akin to a sumptuously opulent pastime that which has long since been forgotten I also did lose myself in the arduous exertions. We two ascended the upper echelons, dueling in passionate enragement over the din of a vast and terrible heart of darkness.

Yet now all has been cast into limbo, to wait feverishly in frozen abandonment. Likewise, I too see fit to patiently withstand the encroachment, and if you will join me there is naught that I would love more. -_____-

Sincerely,

Sinsdaemn

I probably created new words with this post..

DEar Unnamed:

This letter is to let you know what a complete and total loser you are. I met you one night on a blind date, we hung out and I thought you were like totally great. You told many stories of an extravagant lifestyle and things that you had done. You even said how you had packed around a gun. You really thought that you had won my heart but you had no idea that I figured you out from the start. You were so full of lies and bs, not to mention that you were a complete phony and said you had all kinds of homies. But in the end in your absence I realized just what a big loser you really were. How dare you come into my life and promise things that I knew you would never deliver. You think you are such a master player, but I hate to tell you that it was I who was the slayer. The best place that I can see that you need to be is locked back up in the State Penitiary.

No Love Lost on You Loser,

DracosLady

Dear you know who you are,

I really like you. You're a great person, and you can be an awesome friend. But I really hate it when you get all political. That guy you admire so much? He's a total dork. He doesn't have enough brain power to handle the power he's been given. He's a horrible politician. Do you really trust him when he looks like that? Is he an inspiration to you? All political speeches are written by others. He couldn't utter a single word on his own. Haven't you heard how people talk about him? You can't blame it all on the media. He's a PM for goodness's sakes! If he can't control the media, how can he control anything else? I'm sorry to say this, but your biggest flaw is your political views. Please don't try to make anyone else change their mind. You can't. Because your beloved politicians should be fed to the dogs. Wake up!

Sincerely (and not wanting to say all these face to face because I'd never spoil a friendship over politics),

Alkisti

Dear Unnamed,

You call yourself a professional. A professional what? Liar? Your a natural at that. From the day we signed the contract you've done nothing but lie to us. We've held up our end but you can't seem to do your duty. The only person in your company we trust to do anything is your receptionist! She seems to have more power then you do!

Also, why try and be tough? You pretty much wet yourself when my Mum asked you a question. 'I'm not talking to them, I'll only talk to you' and then you ran out.....oh yeah, big tough guy. Yes hon your such a big tough professional, sadly you can't hold your own against someone who knows this business better then you do. Why don't you grow a pair, go back to school and earn your degree, actually I've got a better idea, learn something else! You suck at this job! You might be better as a dog walker, oh wait, the dogs are smarter then you.....you poor thing, you just can't win.

So here's the deal. Either you make good on your promises or we file a complaint, have you investigated, take you to court and leave. It's your choice idiot, we've given you too many chances and all you do is lie to get out of trouble. Not any more. You won't walk over us again.

Sincerely,
The people who will cause your downfall.

I love this! Great idea, Jilly! I might be here quite often...

Dear Unnamed,

Plain and simple: You are not as great as you think you are. The only reason you got the lead is because you are blond and skinny, and our director is very big on having people LOOK the part. He doesn't care about whether or not you can act! Everyone on the cast agrees that you can't act! You have no emotion, and even my PARENTS said that you didn't even look remotely enthused when you said "This is the happiest day of my life." Seriously! I had at least 5 people come up to me afterward and tell me that I can sing better than you, and that I should do Broadway!

I also find it funny that you are the greatest thing since sliced bread apparently, but you manage to barely miss getting a third at S&E when I managed to go on to state and get second place! Ha! You also think that because you are popluar and pretty you get the right to rub it in everyone else's face. My only happiness with you? That I beat you out for "Best Choral Student Award".

Have a nice life.

sadie_urlady523

Wow! I'll definitely be back to yell at some more people later!

Dear Unnamed,

Thank you for completely and totally messing up my life. Also: thank you for then blaming it all on me, like your actions could have had no possible bearing on how I turned out later. Never mind that what you did to me was illegal and practically soul-destroying. Never mind that all my life, I have tried to gain your approval and somehow managed to look up to you, even with all the physical and emotional abuse you also flung my way, without caring what it would do to me. You are the reason I hated myself. You are the reason I thought I was utterly worthless. I don't care if you "don't remember" or if you don't think that something that happened 16 years ago would have any bearing on my personality now. It does. You abused me for almost 3 years. You completely screwed me up. You twisted my mind into a pretzel wondering what you were doing to me, and why I somehow ended up liking it by the end. You sexualized an 8-year-old child for your own selfish pleasure and gratification. You blamed it all on me. You told me that it was my fault. You made me keep the biggest secret of my life and live through unbelievably awful things. You actually told me that if I told anybody, you would brand me a liar, nobody would believe me anyway, and it would ruin the family--and that all of it would be MY fault. How could you? How can you act like nothing is wrong now? Do you not understand how much you have to answer for? You hurt my sister, too, only she turned it outwards and hurt me almost as much as you did. Do you know how it feels, to realize your younger sister can overpower you? How overwhelmingly helpless it makes you feel? Do you know how it feels to think that you're a tramp? When you're only 8 years old? I should have only been thinking about the playground and school and friends, you twisted freak, not secrets and nighttime visits and hiding. Most of the time from the time I was 8 to the time I was 11, I was dissociating. I didn't want to be in my body. And it's YOUR fault. And somehow, despite it all, I still love you. I almost wish I didn't.

Sincerely,
Eisa


That brought out way too many emotions...

Dear Unnamed,

How dare you lead me on like that? I thought I could trust you and you go ahead and tear me down. You were the one person that I actually thought cared about me. Now you think its odd that I talk to you or see you in the halls! How stupid do you think I am? To put everything on the line because you pondered a question I aksed you. Summer is a good time for friendships and closeness, but instead you decided to be a selfish jerk and didn't want to be 'free' all summer! Ooh, you make me so mad, I want to strangle you. I can't though because then emotions will get the best of me and I will feel guilty. Feelings for people like you are considered wasted. You don't deserve to have people like me care about you. Is it my fault that I'm not as pretty as a model or as skinny as a rake? Well, just because your 'female friends' are all beautiful, that is not what everyone is like in the real world. I am going to burst your perfect little bubble and let you deal with reality. Life is not everything that you want it to be. You have to work for it. But, of course you wouldn't know because people slave for you and listen to all of your garbage! I want to see the look on your face when you understand what people look like and not what you imagined!

Have a good what you consider a life!
~Basilisk!

Really great idea Jilly!

Dear Unnamed,

When was the last time YOU tried to talk to ME? I bet you can't remember. I text, I call, with only half hearted responses, or an "I'm busy". Well I'm sick and tired of it. I have always been there for you, always been your shoulder to cry on. Where were you when I had that bad breakup? With him. Where were you when I wanted to celebrate making Chamber? With him.
Where was I when he dumped you? On the phone right away. Where was I when your parents kicked you out? Walking to get you and take you to my house.
You can have your "wonderful" boyfriend and your "wonderful" life together, which I am sure will not last, no matter how much you "love" each other. He's dropped you twice already! Are you an idiot?
I hope you realize what you've lost, because I'm officially done waiting for you to remember me over here, sitting forgotten in a corner.
With no regards,

why_so_sirius

Dear Unnamed,

In private, at least, I have stopped referring to you by your name and now call you "my dearest fair-weather friend", heavily laced with sarcasm, if I feel you need mentioning at all. You never talk to me unless you benefit from it, you don't reply to my texts, so much so I've deleted you from my contact list. Sure, you did text me before, but once I told you who I was, not a peep! The first time you talked to me in about three years, I was so happy, until one of my friend informed me that you had used me to make a sickminded joke and appear cool in front of your friends. You know that I don't understand those jokes! How dare you use me like that! You were so kind to me in grade one, what the heck happened to that wonderful, sweet, kind boy, because he's most certainly not you! You filthy little cockroach, I don't even know why I decided to give you a second chance. And all of a sudden, you're talking to me again. Just because those dubbed "the in crowd" decided to talk to you, that makes you so high and mighty that I should throw myself at your feet? I don't think so! Get over yourself! I don't want to talk to you right now, but there's a nice convenience store down the street; you can buy yourself a mug, a snack, or even a life! Truly, you disgust me. I've never held a grudge before, but for you, I'm sure I can try.

Ready to strangle you and laugh all the while,
Sister to the Dark Lord

PS: Don't think that smile I plaster on every time you talk to me is genuine.

Dear Unnamed,

I write to inform you with the unfortunate news that the world does NOT revolve around you. It has come to the attention of many of our friends and acquaintances that you appear to behave in accordance with a mistaken belief that the world does in fact revolve around you. We have allowed small discrepancies in the past, however they have totted up to a remarkable and intolerable annoyance.
We feel that you should be aware of this- yet you are so sucked into you’re little world that you take friendly advice and concern for criticism; as a matter of, lately you have become so involved into your little bubble, I personally think that even a harsh criticism would simply bounce off your ego.
If anything dares puncture your ego, you act as though you don’t care but clearly you do, because you are so unbelievably wrapped up in your narcissism and vanity. When things don't go your way, it's time for a strop and a tantrum. You don’t care whose feelings you hurt in order to make a deal and fuss for attention. I'm pleased you're going to university to do a drama degree- you should pass with flying colours because your are such a drama queen and love attention. Also it gets you out of our faces a bit more.
The thing is though, is that you are so used to being spoon-fed by mummy and daddy like the spoilt little princess that you are, that you think you shouldn't have to lift a finger. So on that note, perhaps you won’t do so well at university- you have to work for a degree, and like you found out at college you need to pull your weight if you aren't going to fail. You will struggle too, because you're going to be on a course were you wont be the best person and not the centre of attention.
This will bring out that green eyed monster in you, which is not attractive. It makes you lie. You are so transparent with your stupid petty lies. If someone says they are thinking about or missed out on getting tickets for a gig, you're going. On the very rare occasion that you do go to a gig it's because mummy or daddy foot the bill, it your just as petty 'best 'friend'' tries to buy you.
If someone is upset about something, you know how they feel, you've been there or, the vast majority of the time, been through something much worse. If someone isn’t in the mood, they must be aiming it unnecessarily at you; because you would never do anything wrong would you?
You can’t see when your childish behaviour over you childish obsessions annoys us. We hang out and you sit on the phone ringing ‘that guy’ from ‘that band’ that you met at that gig that ‘you went to’, who’s so ‘after you’ that he still doesn’t answer his call even though you have left 12 messages and ignored your friends while you have rung him for the last hour. Adding him on face book just adds you to the long list of fans, people just accept ‘friends’ on face book, it doesn’t mean anything. If you were telling the truth (doubtful) that you went for drinks with ‘that guy’ after ‘that gig’- then he still isn’t interested- why would a band get two underage girls drunk, when the girls are obviously desperate and throwing themselves at them???
You love all the attention, but never give any back. You said like the good friend in front of everyone ‘oh don't worry, I will come round and keep you company when your parents are at work and you are recovering from your operation’. You said that just to look good in front of everyone. You never bother come to see me, it’s always me making the effort. You can go round to ‘her house’ just dandy but not mine- news flash I can see her house from my flat! It’s not much further! I was feeling rotten and you went to see her to sit and make up more lies and stories about ‘that band’ and stuff, but you text me back when I asked you where you were, and you said you couldn’t come round because you twisted your ankle and it hurt to walk- liar.
You have to have attention on your birthday but do you give it back- no. You didn’t even bother writing in a card last year, that was already bought and at your house, and giving it to your brother when he came to pick up my sister. At Christmas you gave ‘her’ a present in front of me and gave me nothing. Then you whinged that you got £5 and sweets but she got £10 and that wasn’t fair. Once again, you gave me nothing for my birthday, and then threw a drama that I only gave you a card for yours this time. And I have actually got a job so I can afford it- you could to, you spent £60 that you parents gave you- the week before my birthday- and spent it on alcohol and cigarettes. Go ahead; damage your liver and smell like and ashtray. Smelling like an ashtray doesn’t make you attractive to guys does it?
Oh no you’ve made a drama about that because I get the attention from the guys we hang around with and not you. Grow up and they might be interested- they don't want to date a ’12 year old’. I don't want to have a friend like that either, because when you’re like that you aren’t a friend.

The thing is, is that I knew you before you got like this and you genuinely do have a nice personality. You’re a smart and pretty girl who doesn’t use her head. You could easily get of your butt and get a small job, and just do the small things that matter to be a friend. I hate not feeling that I can’t rely you.
But worst of all, your so unapproachable, not even just about this problem but everything.
What do you really gain out of it? Because no one trusts a liar. You are never happy, even though you’re pretend to have fun when you are ‘drunk’. Either you can’t handle your drink or you just pretend to be drunk and you just make a prat of your self. And i know that you have been that down that you have hurt yourself- only you were to embarrassed to get attention then. And throwing yourself at the guys- well done your recognised for all the wrong reasons.

Congratulations enjoy your little bubble all by your self.





Oh dear- now I ahev realised how much she has gotten under my skin I really want to tell her. but she is going to be my sister in law so that's not a good idea and she will throw a drama and make it to be me as the baddie, and any one in our group of mates that agrees will side with me and that makes it difficult for our group!
the wabsolute worst thing is- it only irritates me so much because i care about her.

Dear Unnamed,

I know this may be hard to handle, but I am sick of that thing you do. You know what it is and you know no one believes you, but you do it anyways. I don't see why you think you can get attention like the way you want it through such lies you spread. You're getting attention, but it's the kind you aren't looking for.
You take pride in the things you do to your body. You think it's cool to mutilate yourself and it's caused an addiction you can't take. You're driving yourself a million miles an hour in the wrong direction and you know it. You think it's funny to lie about stuff like this? It's not and everyone, when they talk about you, only talk about how pathetic your lies are!! You need to grow up and live a true life, because you can't start anything in life based on lies, it's not right. You should also stop taking pride in how "your parents hate you" when you know they love you to death. You're a pathetic liar. Everyone tells a little white-lie every now and again, but you've gone too far, ask anyone around you.

Yours,
Shelby

Dear Unnamed,

I guess it's kind of ironic that you're 'unnamed', because you are - i don't even know your name. But i know you're out there, and i know i'll meet you some day. Or probably, i'm still debating that. You have a name in my head, it's quite a cool name, but i'm pretty sure once i finally meet you, you'll probably want me to call you your actual name.

You have no idea who i am, but i write about you a lot. Well, a fictional version of you, considering i don't technically know anything about you. Every girl dreams of finding that someone they spend the rest of their lives with - Hermione Granger's is Ron Weasley. Bella Swan's is Edward Cullen. Lyra Silvertounge's is Will Parry. You are mine. My best friend has her own version of you - her's is called Jem. Jem's your best mate. Well, in your world, he's probably not called Jem. I sound extremely crazy ...

I've always thought i'd be a loner my entire life. I never wanted a husband and kids - my Grandma was cheated on, you see and she'd always told me my whole life that i should never have to depend on anyone. I should be my own person, and i don't need a husband to go to work while i stay home to look after the kids - i can provide for myself.

For the longest time, i believed my Grandma, and i still do in a way. I guess i'm saying if i never do find you, then i'm ok with that. Course if Fate was kind enough to send you my way, that would be great, no? I don't want to be hurt like my Grandma, and i know you never would. But there are others out there who i might delude myself into thinking is you, and they will hurt me. In a way, i don't want to fall in love. But if i find you, i can promise you that that'll definately change.

I don't know who you are yet, but when i do, i know you'll be amazing. You're already pretty amazing in my head, and in the stories i write about you (in fact, you're extremely funny, loyal, completely hot and absolutely incredible) but i'm sure when i meet you for real, you'll be even greater than i could imagine.

Right now, i don't even know if i will meet you. I like to think i will - but lets face it, i'm 17-years-old, and i've never once had a boyfriend. There's been a lot of guys who've tried to be you. I liked them a lot. In fact, there's one right now that i really like. But he's still not you. He's just a stand in. Like until the real thing comes along. Until you come along.

I've rambled enough already, and you probably already think i'm insane so i'll leave it at that. I just want you to know that right now while i may never want to get married and have kids, and never want to fall in love, i guess i'm holding out for you. You can change things, because you're, well, you. You have the power to do that because you're my Ron Weasley.

And i love you. A lot.

Until we meet-

-Jordan.

Oh my this thread is a god send.

Dear Unnamed.

How did we get to this? I can't cope with this not talking. I deserve to here your apology face to face. I thought we made ground in that argument? What was I thinking when I actually apologised for not talking to you after our argument on MSN? You are so hypocritical to call me an attention seeker, when the people around us. My friends. YOUR friends. Know that you are 10 times the attention seeker I am.
And yeah I'm not perfect no one is but that way you talk to me (when we DID talk) sometimes was horrible. You made me feel so bad, even if you where joking.
The fact is I still miss you even now, even after the things you've said and the things you've accused me of. I'm annoying my own friends now going on about you. I don't want them have to listen to me in this state. You brought me down to this state and your so blind to the things in front of you, you can never see what affect you have on people.
So grow up and sort yourself out and one day I might respect you like I once did. One day I might be able to care for you like I once did....

This silence is killing me but I refuse to let you get to me.

Yours,
Dan

Dear Unnamed,

Why. That is all I want to know. Why do you pretend like you want to be my when we both know it is soo untrue. You want to know how I know you aren't my friend, you are the worst actress ever. I don't care that you were Timoune, The Witch, Hodel and Annie, we both know it's because you have the director wrapped around your finger, and what about the real world where 'Uncle Jim' isn't your director huh? Well I can tell you one thing...noone is going to give you special treatment. And no, I don't get the leads in all the shows but you know what I've been Andrea, Rapunzel, Tzietal(sp?), Pepper and in 3rd grade I as in the chorus with no advantage, and you know something, I'm glad I don't, because now I bust my butt to get as well treated as you and it only make me better. But I'm getting side tracked, I'm saying that just because Liz feels to sorry for you to drop you doesn't mean that you have to act like you like me...m'kay?


Luv ya
Me

Dear unamed..


I love you. I wish I could elaborate but I can't because to me its as simple as that.Though for you... no you couldn't comprehend it. *sighs*

Love you always...

Myself or my shadow?


Sorry for that vtm needed a quiet venting moment.

Dear Unnamed:



I think you should know a few things that I've wanted to say for awhile now.
I hope you get kicked out of your house, because then, maybe you'll feel as alone as I did when I found out what happened. But don't worry about me, because-Oh, wait. You never worried about me, never cared enough to.
I regret to tell you this, but the world doesn't revolve around you and your literal revolving door of girlfriends. Guess what? I'm getting off, getting out forever, because I have no desire to be just one more girl ever again.
Everything you ever said was a lie. I should've known. But guess what? Every single thing that I said to you was completely true. And if, one day, you wake up and realize that you made a huge mistake in lying and cheating, then guess what? It's going to be too late.
I wish I could go back to that day, when I called you and we 'fought'. I wish I could tell myself to not hold anything back, because I did. I held everything back, and now I wish we could go face-to-face, just so I could punch you in your pretty little face.
I hate you. I'm sorry, but I do. I hate you and her. Do you think you guys are good examples to anyone?! Okay, so the message you're going to convey to anyone who ever looks up to you, the way Paul did, is that it doesn't matter who you're dating, if you have the chance for a little bit of fun with an ex, then grab it. Grab it, and then lie when you're confronted. Lie like the complete and total cowards that you both are.
I knew it. You did, and i knew it all along. But did you even have the GUTS to tell me, the person whom you supposedly were in love with? No, instead you told my best friend, leaving him to have to decide whether to be honest or not.
Guess what? Honesty is the best darn policy, and I bet you I could find someone twenty times better. I knew i could, knew you would do it, but darn it, I believed that people could change. I guess not, right? So i hope you two have a long and happy life together, because I'm a better person then you ever were. I truly feel sorry for any children whom you're going to have, because they'll have to be brought up by you two-lying, backstabbing cheaters with no regards to what others want. So you know what? I'm happy you did, and I'm completely happy to be rid of you, but I'm not happy that I wasted any of my time crying over you, because you truly weren't worth it.
So you can go marry Maggie, or Bry, or whoever the heck you're going to propose to, because I never would have.
Give Princess Sophia a good kick for me. I'm glad we never got to meet.
This isn't nearly all that I have to say, but I don't want to waste any more time thinking about you. So guess what? You're out of my thoughts, forever.

With no love or feelings for you,
Jasmine.

this be jasmine(: your signature just made my day!

Dear Unnamed,

Did it ever occur to you that nobody cares? No really, I know that it's hard for you to fathom, but it's true. You whine and complain about everything that doesn't go your way. You think your better than me, but I can't figure how, you play stage crew, I'm on the stage, it's not like we're competing for the roles or anything. And while we're at it, why do you try to act like my mom? Girl, I already have one, I don't need a teenage whiny version of her.

Luv ya
Me

Dear unnamed,

why is it me who always has to come to you? When I was still there you never notticed me unless you wanted something. Then you say you want to talk but you never do. You make me wait all the time while you do things that are trivial and should not be more important than a friend. And you wonder why I went? Then you wonder why I don't come back. Because I have my own life to lead, something I would advise you to do also.
I say I want to help you and I really do and you say you want my help but you never do anything about it, then how can I help you? You only talk to me when you want something. But you were never there for me.

Regards,
The carpet.