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 Posted: Thu Nov 12, 2009 2:31 pm
This is a letter writing thread for you to write letters to whoever you want.
Wether it be that annoying kid living down the street, or that senior you have a crush on.
Say whatever you want, within reason.
-Follow the Guild's rules
-No cursing (as in actual cursing. saying fudge is ok. That's not against the rules right?)
-Don't use anyone's real name. First names are ok, nicknames are, initals are, ___ is ok, ****** that's ok too(I swear I didn't curse there), but using full names (first and last) is NOT ok.
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Here's my example.
Dear R.R.
I'm sorry you hate me, but I love you.
I know I've been stupid and I've said some weird stuff, but that's love. I know you don't like me, and that's ok.
But can we at least be friends?
I want that much at least.
~Alice
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Have fun all!
Rant away to your heart's desire!
PS Credit goes to Who is Puffer Fish from the Band Nerd Guild for starting that thread over there and giving me the idea to bring it here!
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 12:47 pm
Dear K.H.
We would flirt all the time. But when I asked you to dance, you turned me down. I don't understand. Emma isn't the girl for you. Why can't you see that what you're looking for is right here? You were my first real crush. Your laugh brings a smile to my face. I light up whenever you enter the room. I dream of you at night. How can I ever forget you? Fate brought us together, but you drove a stake through my heart. You may not be able to see that now, but I dream of the day you wake up and know that it is true.
Love,
M.G.
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 8:31 pm
Dear C.S.
I think I like you.
I've had to hug you three times because of my friends' stupid zaps.
I hop I don't have to hug you again. Well, I want to, but I don't want you to think that I ask my friends to make me hug you. Even though the first time, it was a little true.
I can't stop thinking about you.
I sit close to you in math. I wish you sat next to me, so we'd be in a group of four.
But then I don't, because you're smarter than me, and I don't want to look dumb in front of you.
Sometimes I stare at you. I don't mean to. I know it's creepy. But you're so cute.
When we were moving to different desks for math, we (you, me, the only other person in my math group, and the guys that sit by you) were talking about the zapping. I told them about having to hug you. C.R. said you must've liked it, then he acted like he was having an orgasm. I know that you wouldn't do that, but I can't help but wonder: Did you like getting hugged by me?
Do you like V.M? I was talking with you today as we exited the building and after I said, "I hear wedding bells!" (during which I wanted to cry) you said, "Well, maybe last year, for, like, four days."
Are you sure you don't like her anymore? What about my friend A.B?
Why do you stare at me sometimes? Or maybe I'm imagining it.
I know I'm not the prettiest color in the crayon box, but maybe you think otherwise...?
I also know I'm not skinny. I'm overweight, really. I don't mean to be. I'm trying to lose weight. In the back of my mind, I think I'm losing weight for you more than I am for myself. Maybe I should stop being lenient on weekends and holidays.
I don't know if I love you, but I know that I really, really like you. When I sing to my friends, I try to sing my best and pleasantly loud so you can hear me. When I show my pictures, I want you to see them.
I want you to say things when I change my outside appearance. When I came to school with relaxed hair in September, you never said anything. I.C. did, but I wanted you to say something.
Everything I do to my appearance is for you. I try to become prettier for you. You never notice.
I'm not angry though. Someday, maybe I'll be pretty enough for you to like me.
But I also ask myself: Why should I change myself for a man?
I know I'm mean. I'm a jerk. That won't change.
Maybe you like my assertiveness? There's always a chance, right?
If you don't, I'll try to change. A little.
I've always wanted the chance to tell you something that builds up my appeal. But it seems wrong. Most of my appeal is my boobs and eyes. I think.
I want to say something about my zeal, how hard I try.
But that would make me conceited, wouldn't it?
Please notice me. I want you to. Please. I like you. So much.
Even if you don't like me the way I like you, just notice me.
Love,
M.I.B (initials rearranged)
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Posted: Fri Nov 20, 2009 10:00 pm
Dear. ninja
I fell horrible about but i hope you break up with him so i can have you
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Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2009 6:48 pm
dear santa,
please get me a netbook this christmas. or maybe just lots of money. i'm sick and tired of being dirt poor.
much love,
m.n.
p.s.-don't take this the wrong way. you're awesome.
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dear c.m.,
i can't believe how close we're getting this year. i'm letting you in, which i've never done with even my closest friends; you know so much about my family. and i've learned so much about yours. you asked me to the movies. will we remain friends? could i imagine being comfortable about you despite how you feel about religion? i think only time will tell.
sincerely,
m.n.
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Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2009 11:06 pm
Dear C.S.
I sit by M in math. That new kid, who got suspended on his second day.
I want to be friends with him, so when you see me happy with him you'll be jealous.
That's if he likes me though.
You were gone this week. I wanted to see you.
We are in the same book club.
I'm going to be good and really study the book so I can impress you.
I have a surprise for you when you come back.
Not a confession, but a series of pictures.
I hope you laugh when you see them
Love
M.I.B.
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 11:36 am
Dear,Santa
all i want is for you to make it snow here in Florida!!!a nice change would make everyone happy!!
-V.M.H
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 11:42 am
dear J.P.
im sorry we cant be together. i blame the fact that i cant feel anything any more. i did love you at one point in time but not any more. im sorry for everything.......
always and forever
kit kat
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 8:13 pm
Dear C.S.,
Its me again. Even though I hope you aren't reading these.
I would die if you were.
Lately, you and A.B. have been hitting it off.
It makes me jealous. And I hate it.
On Friday we had to help the J.T. (the teacher) with our "knowledge group"'s tests, looking through that book to see what we did and didn't do.
Were you as nervous as I was? It seemed a bit like it. You were probably afraid that I'd hit you or something.
We talked very little. I wish we spoke more. At least I made you laugh.
But I felt stupid. Even after I told myself to stop putting the cap of the pen back, I kept doing it.
We haven't gotten very close lately. It sucks.
You did well during the play. But you should speak louder.
When I held up my signs showing the crescent and gibbous moons, when I said my lines, were you watching?
I watched you when you spoke. Without fail, every time. but I looked at everyone else too, so I wouldn't be obvious. Especially because my eat off stage was in view of everyone else.
That's all I can think of for now.
Love,
M.I.B.
P.S.-
Don't worry. M(last name unknown) may be hot, but I don't like him remotely as much as I like you.
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Posted: Sun Mar 21, 2010 6:35 am
Dear,Santa
can i get a game? mrgreen
love sebastion.
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Posted: Sun Mar 21, 2010 4:27 pm
Dear B.C.
I miss you. I miss talking to you now that you've moved away. We used to be so close, but it seems like time and distance really do push people apart.
I'm glad we haven't completely forgotten about each other though. I smiled so much it hurt when you texted me out of the blue that one day. I remember how we talked for hours. Then there was that time you emailed me. I don't think I've had a conversation like that in a long time. Not since you left.
I think you should do those things you told me about. I certainly did the things I told you about. And you know what? I probably wouldn't have if you hadn't encouraged me. I'm truly grateful for that.
I go by Maddy now. Have you kept your name? I bet you have, you always seemed to like it.
I wonder if we would have stayed friends if you stayed here? I like to think that. Sometimes I even wonder if we might have become something more.
Even though I'm pretty sure you'll never read this, I know that if you do, you will know that this is for you.
- Maddy
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