more unsent letters
Jul. 15th, 2006 05:12 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
notesinbluedear emperor,
stop taking my fucking car. we're going on three days in a row. it's pissing me off. no means no you son of a bitch. i don't care if you're the one who pays the bills - it's my car. fix yours or get a new one, but stop taking mine. especially when i'm too damn sick to drive to the store in 100 degree weather without AC. i can't take yours - stop taking mine! i hate being stranded because you feel entitled. it causes me unbelievable stress knowing that i can't leave my house and that you're probably driving like an asshole in my car. fuck you. fuck you very much. oh, and one more thing, fix your fucking brakes. i almost killed myself driving your damn car to buy orange juice.
sincerely, the owner of the black VW
dear princess of disks,
i'm not who i was. it is not 1995. please try to understand that times have changed, and so has our relationship. i can't fill up the emptiness and i can't be your life - i have my own. i know you need me. i don't need you. don't try to force things back to the way they were, you'll be disappointed and hurt. build something new if you want. i'm alright with that. but if you try and cram yourself into every facet of my life i will shut you out in the cold.
no, you can't come back to game. no, i won't start a new one just for us 'girls'. (by the way, if you knew me better you would stop phrasing things like that. i've never had a girls vs. boys attitude like you and i'm not on your side anyway.) no, i'm not writing my next novel about something we created in high school. no, you can't hang out over here every day because your new house doesn't have AC. no, you can't sleep over all the time like 'the good ol' days'. no, you most certainly cannot join writing group. and no, you're not still my close, trusted, number one friend. you were the closest thing i had to a sister, but the answer is still no.
you dragged me out shopping for a new backpack when i was obviously trying not to fall over from illness. i stood next to you, burning with fever, as you debated your decision for nearly an hour. my phone rang. it was my real true blue best buddy. you laughed and asked in jest if i could handle two of you. i almost choked. no. no, i can't. what you fail to realize is that if cuts are made, it's you not her. it's true that you and her are similar, but you're not the same. notably she's part of my present while you are rooted in my past. and there's a reason for that. i'm sorry.
regretfully, Jack
dear illness,
get out. seriously. get the fuck out. this is an eviction notice. i've got shit to do other than struggle for breath and choke on my own fluids. go away. fuck off. leave me alone.
- Jack
dear princess of cup's family,
stop being drama. can't you see she and i need a drama free week? you're sapping her dry. it's uncool. and on a selfish note i miss my friend. so how about showing some familial compassion and let the girl go home and relax. just because she's unemployed doesn't mean she's your doorstop or that she's not busy. now kindly take your family to the shelter where they can get the care they need and stop running my kind hearted friend into the ground. it's the right thing to do for everyone involved. honest.
sincerely, Jack
stop taking my fucking car. we're going on three days in a row. it's pissing me off. no means no you son of a bitch. i don't care if you're the one who pays the bills - it's my car. fix yours or get a new one, but stop taking mine. especially when i'm too damn sick to drive to the store in 100 degree weather without AC. i can't take yours - stop taking mine! i hate being stranded because you feel entitled. it causes me unbelievable stress knowing that i can't leave my house and that you're probably driving like an asshole in my car. fuck you. fuck you very much. oh, and one more thing, fix your fucking brakes. i almost killed myself driving your damn car to buy orange juice.
sincerely, the owner of the black VW
dear princess of disks,
i'm not who i was. it is not 1995. please try to understand that times have changed, and so has our relationship. i can't fill up the emptiness and i can't be your life - i have my own. i know you need me. i don't need you. don't try to force things back to the way they were, you'll be disappointed and hurt. build something new if you want. i'm alright with that. but if you try and cram yourself into every facet of my life i will shut you out in the cold.
no, you can't come back to game. no, i won't start a new one just for us 'girls'. (by the way, if you knew me better you would stop phrasing things like that. i've never had a girls vs. boys attitude like you and i'm not on your side anyway.) no, i'm not writing my next novel about something we created in high school. no, you can't hang out over here every day because your new house doesn't have AC. no, you can't sleep over all the time like 'the good ol' days'. no, you most certainly cannot join writing group. and no, you're not still my close, trusted, number one friend. you were the closest thing i had to a sister, but the answer is still no.
you dragged me out shopping for a new backpack when i was obviously trying not to fall over from illness. i stood next to you, burning with fever, as you debated your decision for nearly an hour. my phone rang. it was my real true blue best buddy. you laughed and asked in jest if i could handle two of you. i almost choked. no. no, i can't. what you fail to realize is that if cuts are made, it's you not her. it's true that you and her are similar, but you're not the same. notably she's part of my present while you are rooted in my past. and there's a reason for that. i'm sorry.
regretfully, Jack
dear illness,
get out. seriously. get the fuck out. this is an eviction notice. i've got shit to do other than struggle for breath and choke on my own fluids. go away. fuck off. leave me alone.
- Jack
dear princess of cup's family,
stop being drama. can't you see she and i need a drama free week? you're sapping her dry. it's uncool. and on a selfish note i miss my friend. so how about showing some familial compassion and let the girl go home and relax. just because she's unemployed doesn't mean she's your doorstop or that she's not busy. now kindly take your family to the shelter where they can get the care they need and stop running my kind hearted friend into the ground. it's the right thing to do for everyone involved. honest.
sincerely, Jack
