Dear last weekend

asshole.

Dear PCT,

I told you to not get too invested in me. I told you. Why didn't you listen? Now I have to break another heart and I'm tired of doing that. I'm tired! You're pushing me faster than I want to go. I'm sorry. I can't do it. I can't let myself fall in love again so soon.
Why can't we just keep having fun crazy sex? No more of this "love" stuff. It's just too much.

Love,
Montana

Dear First Kiss,

I remember the 75 degree day I gave boldly walked up to you and handed you my #. It sure wasn't a mistake though. Although we only spent a couple of weeks together those were some of the most interesting weeks of my life. I learned the power of getting to know another human and was reminded of how refreshing it can feel. The conversations we had were not shallow but deep, and I'll forever be thankful. A lot that we talked about realized how much wonder there is out there in the world and I am now going to major in philosophy. At the end of those couple weeks we didn't know each other immensely, quantitatively speaking but rather on a unique qualitative level. I am not sure if i'll experience the way in which we learned about each other with anyone else. Lastly I'll never forget the night we sat on the dock by the water and I got my the perfect first kiss.
Peace

Dear Ms. Fast

I miss you and I'm sad that we're not connected anymore.
But you still talk to the others from High School. They're good people, it's nice to see that.

From Swimming

Dear teachers,

There is something ridiculously wrong with the system if I have to skip school to do homework.

Dear Dear ———,

Your theme is amazing, can I have it?

Editor’s note: Sorry, I made it from scratch :( I believe I found the background image on a free image site though.

Dear

I saw the first signs you were alive tonight. You may not even have seen me, but I had assumed you were dead in a ditch somewhere.

That's too bad. I really romanticized the hell out of that ditch.

Dear Someone I Used To Know,

It only took me 11 years to get over you. Water under the bridge, you terrible man.

Re:

freelance writer

Dear ——M

We were best friends once, not too long ago. But things have changed since then. You have changed, as have I—I've finally opened my eyes and now, I see you for who you are: a petty, vindictive, dismal girl who thrives on playing the victim, telling tall tales and most of all, putting others down.

I finally realized that when I am around you, I am a worse person because of it. Part of that is my fault; I shouldn't be so easily swayed, I should grow a spine, you say. I know, I know. In many ways, we've already said our goodbyes—silent, bitter little unspoken things that involve you and I side-stepping each other at every opportunity, stepping on each others toes for our own amusement. But here, I'm saying it now. Let's be done with each other, once and for all.

-J