Unwritten Letters Project

Dear Friends, Family, and Random People I’ve Never Met Before

Editor — Fri, 30 Jul 2010 05:43:06 +0000

Dear Friends, Family, and Random People I’ve Never Met Before,

It’s none of your f-ing business, okay? What I eat, what I weigh, any of it. It’s my business, and just because I weigh more and eat less than you do, “best friend,” doesn’t give you the right to make nasty comments every time I eat something that’s less healthy than carrots. My weight doesn’t mean I’m not allowed to enjoy food from other parts of the pyramid; I do not have to subsist on rabbit food just because you say so!

And mom, I know you’re trying to be nice, but talking about what I can wear when I lose weight, also isn’t helping. Neither is singling me out, out of our whole family. If I want seconds, I’ll eat seconds, and so will everyone else. So why don’t you nag them about it?

And the rest of the world? F-off, okay? It’s none of your business. You don’t know me, or anything about me. Go worry about your own stuff.

–Fat Girl

Secret Regrets Book Now Available

Editor — Fri, 30 Jul 2010 05:29:41 +0000

A friend of mine who hosts a similar and just as inspirational website as the Unwritten Letters Project has just released the first book of Secret Regrets left online. Here is the e-mail he sent me. I definitely recommend you checking out the site and purchasing the book!

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Buying the book will help us keep the Secret Regrets project going — plus a portion of our profits will be donated to www.ReachOut.com, helping troubled youth and young adults find support for the tough issues they are dealing with! We really appreciate your support!!!

Thanks!

Kevin Hansen
www.SecretRegrets.com

Dear World

Editor — Thu, 29 Jul 2010 04:01:40 +0000

Dear World,

Please give me a break. I could really use some luck right about now.

Crossing my fingers.

Dear Best Friend

Editor — Tue, 27 Jul 2010 06:13:17 +0000

Dear Best Friend,
I don’t think you realize how much you mean to me. That the conversations I start on your Facebook wall aren’t because I feel bad that it’s been so long since we’ve talked, but because I can’t live happily without talking to you. We don’t have a title on our relationship, but when people ask I say we’re best friends. Only, you’re a guy and I’m a girl and at our age being best friends tends to be interpreted as much more. I’d be crushed if you didn’t consider us best friends but most of the time I don’t think you do. For now I’ll just enjoy the times we spend together and try not to read into each and every smile.
Love,
Me.

Dear Mean Girl

Editor — Sun, 25 Jul 2010 16:30:30 +0000

Hey,
When we were friends I learned all about the girl who randomly started hating you and your depressing trust issues. I hung out with you and your brother. The worst part, however, was the teasing. I had never considered you mean; I was brought up on the movie Mean Girls. The mean girls were pretty. The mean girls had something going for them, looks. You made fun of me. You found every chance to embarrass me. That secret I told you? Not so secret. My insecurites? Magnified. I played along, I joked around. I listened to how crappy your life is, and I swallowed my solutions. You wanted somebody who is sympathetic, not me. I wanted to tell you to fix it, to get over it, and to get a life. But really? I wanted the teasing to end. I wanted the hole you created to be filled up, and I didn’t want to be taken advantage of. Most of all, I wanted your life to be better. If your life was better, maybe you would be nicer. So I was nicer, more open, and defended you every chance I got. I thought that you would get nicer. I tried to protect you from the people who hurt me most, and you defied me. Again, my annoyance was swallowed. I stopped spending the night, not because I didn’t like you, but because you were too mean. I loved you like my sister, but you tore me down. You wanted to spend as much time with me as possible; I wanted to get away.
Thanks for listening,
Crying myself to sleep.

Dear Lifelong Best Friend

Editor — Sat, 24 Jul 2010 23:17:13 +0000

Dear Lifelong Best Friend,

I’ve known you since we were little children. I love you like a sister, really, but I’m not sure I can handle being your friend anymore.
Why? Because I feel like you kick me out of my own life. I bring you into my world, introduce you to my friends, and sooner or later, I start to feel like I’m the odd one out. It always happens.
Because of the comments, too. The comments you make, assuming you have some right to comment on what I choose to do with my life. I didn’t ask for your opinion on my dinner, my personality, or my future plans. I hate your snarky comments about my weight, my unemployment, or my inexperience when it comes to guys.
I don’t let anyone else judge me for those things, or at least I try not to, and it kills me that I let you get away with all of it–not just that, but your comments don’t roll off; maybe I’m too sensitive, but I take them all very personally, and it hurts.
So, we’ll always be sisters, even if we’re not related by blood. But best friends? Not if you keep this up. I’m really, truly sorry, but that’s how it has to be, for both our sakes.

Love,
Your Lifelong Best Friend

Dear Boyfriend

Editor — Fri, 23 Jul 2010 16:01:22 +0000

To my dearest boyfriend,
You’re in America for 16 weeks, and I’m stuck in England. I wish you never went. It’s been 6 weeks, I’ve spoke to you 3 times, at the moment I need your support, but I can’t get it, I know its beyond your control, not having you here while I go in self destruct mode. I’m planning on being unfaithful, to the man you were worried about before you left, I laughed then but now he’s the only person I can confide in, I’m going to make a move. I’ve never broke up with anyone before, and I don’t want to do it online, but I’m leading you on, I wont be there waiting for you when you get back. I feel as if I’ve lost you, more so I feel as if I’ve lost all of the feelings I had for you. 10 months of my life wasted.
However I sort of don’t want to tell you, I don’t want to spoil your fun, I know you will be loving it, I could never get you to shut up about what happened last year and you’ve always been so excited the few times we have spoke.
I haven’t decided if I’m going to brake up with you next time I speak to you or if I’m going to wait until you get back, I know you love me, your the best relationship I’ve ever had, and I’m destroying it.
I’ve loved being with you, sorry.

Dear Chris

Editor — Thu, 22 Jul 2010 15:44:41 +0000

Dear Chris,

I’m glad I met you. You changed me, gave me new perspectives, matured me, saved me. But you also destroyed me.

You were exactly what I needed, it felt like fate. I knew the whole time you never felt the same, but that never killed my hopes. I knew I was way younger than you, but it wasn’t unheard of.

I’m sorry I crowded you so much that you had to exit my life, it took months of crying to get over it. I loved you, I still do love you more than anything even though I’m in a serious relationship. I think I’m finally over you, I have moved on and appreciated the time I had, but there will still always be that little flicker of hope inside my heart that one day I will mean something to you. If I ever do please come find me.

I love you now and forever,
K

Dear My First Love

Editor — Wed, 21 Jul 2010 21:16:58 +0000

Dear My First Love,

I can’t help but wonder if you think about me as much as I think about you. It’s been almost 6 months now since I ended our unofficial relationship, and I miss you more and more everyday. I can’t help but bring myself to terms knowing that I let the best thing to happen to me since my parents divorce, walk out of my life. As I sit here through the summer and watch chick flicks with my friends, I’m always left wanting that dream guy in the leading role, but I had it and let it go. I’m worried I’ll never forgive myself.
I miss you every day, and I never got the chance to tell you I love you, like I always wanted to.

I wish you the best,
Your “High school Sweetheart”

(F/16)

Dear Disappointment

Editor — Tue, 20 Jul 2010 14:46:05 +0000

Dear Disappointment,
I had high hopes for you. You are so smart and beautiful. Everyone else wanted to be you, and I took pride in knowing you. You are my cousin, but you were also like a little sister.
You were a good girl. But like all good things, that too ended. You started taking on bad habits and committing acts that were shameful.
The day that you announced your pregnancy, I changed my entire view of you. You were no longer the good girl with a bright future. You had become a 15 year old teenage statistic.
I want to support you and to be there for you, but in the back of my mind, I know that you will never be all that I hoped you would be, and that breaks my heart. Every child is a blessing, but I just wish that you would have thought twice and waited to have a baby.
What’s worse is that you are excited to be a really young mother. You figure the government will send that check every month and pay your bills. I couldn’t be more disappointed. I don’t want to be hurt by your actions, but I can’t change how I feel.
I love you still–I always will, but I can’t pretend to be happy for you.

Love,
Disappointed Supporter