Dear P,

I hope this finds you well.

I dreamed about you all last night. Get the fuck out of my head. I hate the way we ended things and even more so that I can’t fix it, and you running through my nightmares doesn’t help. But, I suppose that’s the funny thing about the subconscious, isn’t it? 

I need help.

Love,
A.

Dear R,

I hope this finds you well.

You’re a pathetic sniveling fool and I wish I had never met you.

Fuck all the way off forever,

Sarah

Dear N,

I know I’m not the only one. The clock is ticking. Your time will come.

Fuck all the way off forever,

A

Dear World,

I hope this finds you well.

I don’t have anyone I can share this with so I am writing a letter to the world. This is not my body. This is not who I am suposed to be. I feel trapped inside a package that is on the wrong toy and I don’t know how to get out. I hate who I am, or at least who the world thinks I am because my outside is giving you a picture of someone I am not. How can I shed my skin and be the person I know I am inside when being myself would destroy my family and in turn me?

I don’t know what to do.

Love,

A very lost woman

Dear M,

I hope this finds you well.

Where can I even start? I gave you all I had to give and it still wasn’t enough. Maybe we married too young or maybe it was just doomed from the start. All I know is I put my whole self into being the best wife and mother I could be. And you cheated on me. I want to hate you but how can I hate the man I have spent half of my life with. It isn’t the betrayal that even hurts the most. It is that you blame me for your lonelyness. You blame me for the hard times. You act like you had no part in any of it and like they only choice was to cheat on me. I would have given anything to heal our marriage but the person you became is so cruel that now I see what everyone else saw in you. You are selfish and self centered. You are mean. To me and to our kids. I know I should feel lucky to be free from you but the truth is that I still love you even though you are a terrible person.

Love
Bear

Dear S,

I hope this finds you well.

I’m so sick of looking at your instagram feed. I’m so sick of reading your facebook posts. I’m so sick of listening to you constantly brag about your stupid family and your stupid life. It’s painful. You think your such a nice person but really all you are is a small man with a small life bragging non stop. I think your obnoxious and I wish there was a polite way to remove you from my life.

Take care,

Becca

Dear MH,

I hope this finds you well.

I should have left our relationship long before it ended. Long before I hated you. I never told you I hated you, but I did. 
It really hurt me that you wanted me to get an abortion. It devastated me. It was the hardest thing I had to do.

Then we broke up. And I live with the guilt everyday. You’re married now. With kids. I don’t have kids. I couldn’t have them. 

I’m still devasted by this. Fuck you. 
Fuck your wife. Fuck your fucking happy family. FUCK YOU.

I need to get this out.

Fuck all the way off forever,

Someone who hates you and still loves you. Fuck off.

Dear Sean,

I have known you for more than half my life and I have loved you just as long. I have grown up with you, traveled with you, partied with you, stood next to you at your wedding, and now I will be there with you while you go through your divorce. As painful as this love is, it would be so much worse if you knew how I felt. You joke with me about the Single Life, and I laugh and tell you it’s the only life for me. That’s because the only person I could ever imagine being with is you. I am grateful we are friends and I will love you for the rest of my life.

Love,
MJ

Dear L,

You’re the worst boss I’ve ever worked for. Somehow, like most mediocre white men, you’ve risen to the top and think you’re cream but really you’re just mold on the surface of an entirely rotted company. I look forward to the day when we take you down.

Warmest regards,

Nik

Dear You know who you are,

I hope this finds you well.

I hope every time I post something about cheaters you know it’s about you. I hope your stomach feels sick every time, knowing that with one screenshot i can destroy your entire fake existence. I hope you know that when I like your pictures about your happy family life it’s because I will never let you forget how you tried to manipulate me and tell me all about how lonely your marriage is and how I should feel so bad for you. I hope you know that every woman you have done this to online knows what a piece of scum you really are. Do you think we don’t talk? We are all mutual friends. Do you think that having all those women as “friends” fools anyone? We feel bad for your wife. She deserves better than your 5′ 6″ snakey self.

You know who