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Dear Whoever Will Read This True Story

31 May

Dear who ever will read this true story,

I’ve been a bully, and I have been bullied, and I have been through a lot, too. Well my story begins when I was like in the 4th grade when these guys I wanted to be in a group with, well they told me to jump my best friend, so I did for weeks, and I regret it, and I told my best friend that I did and that I’m sorry, so he forgave me, and I told him I would never do it again.

The day I was bullied was when I was in 6th grade when I live in California. So this kid wanted my lunch money so he bullied me until I got tired of it, so I told my mom and then she told the school, and the kid got suspended.

I’ve been through a lot since I was little. My dad never cared about me until I was probably 10.

That’s my story for now.

Dear Whoever Will Read

24 May

Dear who ever will read.

At least one time each day I want to cry.

Everyday I have to watch my grandma’s, an ex alcoholic,mental state collapse, and its so hard knowing I can do nothing about it, and the doctors cant even find out what it is yet.

This is also taking a strain on my mum, who has her own messed up background that affects her everyday, who is having to carry the whole family, although she is one of three kids, my auntie is on the other side of the world, and my uncle most likely doesn’t give a damn about her, he only wants to know if he wants something.

I hate half of my family.

I have a boyfriend whom is also ill, an incurable disease M.E he is tired all the time and also ill a lot of the time too.
It’s hard having to watch him slip in and out of a deep depression. If I don’t contact him, I wonder if he would actually talk to the rest of the world.

I have to make an extra effort, but I cant feel like I can go to him with my problems as he has enough of his own, which I also carry, too as I care about him deeply.

I never feel like he feels the same way about me, as I feel about him.

Just to add to all the drama, my mum encourages me to dump my boyfriend at every possible chance she gets, and I just don’t know what to do any more.

I also don’t feel like I can go to my best friends either, I love them, but I feel like I’m just a burden to them if I share my inner thoughts.

I also feel so alone, that I come from a different part of the country to what I live in. I feel like an outsider, as my accent sticks out a mile away. This makes me feel alone.

Thank you for reading, it feels like I’ve finally managed to find someone who will listen to me, thank you.

From, a worried, insecure teenage girl xx

Dear Those of You Who Feel Lonely

10 May

Dear those of you who feel lonely,
It’s okay. I feel the same way you do. Everyone around you wants to pretend like you are alright. You cry, and they ignore it. You use sarcasm to try to hide your true emotions. You are angry, frustrated, hateful, sad, and you don’t know where to go or what to do. I feel the same way right now. But remember, you are not alone even though you are lonely. It will pass, there is a sun underneath the clouds. You just can’t see it. Right now I can’t see it either. We are together in this. It will all be alright.
Sincerely, from someone lonely

Dear Anyone Who’s Listening

4 May

Dear anyone who’s listening,

I’m getting married in 12 days. I wanted to loose 50 pounds before the wedding. I could have done it, but I guess planning a wedding makes you too busy. Or maybe the stress was too much for me to handle. I didn’t make it. I lost 10 pounds but then I gained 6 then lost 6 then gained 6. So now I’m fatter than I’ve ever been for my wedding. I know it will be the happiest day of my life. I’m marrying someone who is perfect for me and really loves me. But I still wanted to be beautiful on my wedding day. I just hope that I can make it through the day without thinking about my appearance every second. I hope the wedding pictures don’t make me hate myself. I know that I need to find peace with the way I look now. Maybe I’ll be able to come to terms with it in 12 days. I hope. I just needed to tell someone but I didn’t want to tell anyone in real life because I would feel ungrateful. And like a bride-zilla.

That’s all.

Sincerely,

Bride to be

Dear America

2 May

Dear America.

I was 8 years old when a teacher burst into my classroom, turned on our TV, and we watched the Twin Towers crumble into a pile of ashes.

We were in a classroom in a country primary school in Northern Ireland. It was the start of the work day where you were, and we were just about to go home from school. A 5-hour time difference, 3,000 miles, but we stood and watched with you.

In Northern Ireland, we knew what it felt like to live in fear. We knew what it felt like to feel so threatened. We were used, even at age 8, to scenes of death, destruction, devastation on our television screens. Terrorism tainted all our childhoods. But more people were killed on September 11th in New York than were killed in all the years of terrorism in our country. I’d never seen anything like it, and I hope to never see anything like it again.

That day I cried along with millions of children across the world, for people I’d never met, in a place I’d never been. My parents had to answer the same difficult questions as parents all over the world. But this morning it seems as though a battle has been won in your war against terror. And I will rejoice, and hope and pray, with the millions of people across the world who cried for people they’ve never met, in a place they’d never been on that cold September morning.

America, know you will never stand alone.

Dear Pain

22 Apr

Dear Pain,

I don’t understand why there are so many people around me feeling so much pain and me, powerless against its wrath. I want to be able to cure your diseases and wipe away every tear you shed because of the constant struggles in your life. On the exterior I joke and laugh my way through every serious situation, but it’s not for me, as you might think. If your smile or laughter lasts even a minute, that’s a minute where your pain goes away and I can say that I’ve done something. I don’t understand why there is so much pain and me, powerless against its wrath.

Although powerless against the long-term effects of pain and the eventual death it might bring, stay with me for a moment, and I will do whatever I can to make you smile.

Me

Dear Broken Families

10 Apr

Dear broken families,

There seems to be alot of us. An overpopulation of sadness. Know you’re not alone. I’m one of those kids, I understand. The loneliness, the sadness, the loss. You hear people talking about their families. You hardly even understand what the word family means because you didnt grow up seeing it. Don’t. If this is you you’re not alone. I know that now and thank God I knew that when I reached for my shaver to slit my wrist. Things just weren’t going right and when you’re in that situation, what is there left to run to? I had a greater power that helped me to not even pick up the razor but to burst into to tears and run to him. It is God – with a love strong like no other, with a presence so powerful, how could you ever feel alone? I run to you, and I hope even more than just the broken families do too.
Signed,

Anonymous but loving the Lord

Dear Male Population

9 Apr

Dear Male Population,

I’m just going to be honest and open. Is it possible to fall in love with an overweight woman, or do overweight women have to lose weight to find “the one”? Is that even fair? Health is an issue, I know, but what about mental health? I’m really tired of being alone. I see women who’re bigger than me with amazing men. Is it just me? I really hope not.

So, is attraction really only based on looks anymore? Will I only find someone to love me after I lose all this weight or will someone accept me before? During? Any advice?

- Large & Alone

Dear World

11 Mar

Dear World,

I know that when I walk outside, trampling on the wet ground, I smile and everyone assumes I’m okay. I know that when I go to class and turn in my assignments and make good marks, everyone assumes I’m okay. I know that I am involved on campus and attend lots of events and everyone assumes I’m okay. I know that I wear Greek Life letters across my chest and have one hundred sisters that care about me and that they all think I’m okay. I know that I call my mother and father and say everything’s fine and that they think I’m okay. But no one ever asks. Not one person asks about the bags under my eyes or why I’m loosing weight. No one asks me why I can’t sleep or why I look like I’m about to break.

If you did ask, I’d tell you. So, someone, anyone, ask me. Please. Ask if I’m okay.

-Anonymous.

P.S. Ask everyone around you, not just girls that fit my life story. Sometimes we just need to be asked.

Dear Everbody & Anybody

9 Mar

Dear Everybody & Anybody,

Just one question…

If I died today, would there be anything that you wish you had said to me?

Sincerely,
Me

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