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Needed to be done. 
To my grandfather:
You fucked with my family and yours something fierce. The one of your children who was spared got the shitstick of not being able to share his father with anyone. You lied and laughed about it even as you knew how badly it was hurting so many of us. The day you died was the day the truth started coming out, but I guess you and your wife had a pact that neither of them would tell the truth if it were gasp about anything important.
Thankfully, though, your children, most of them, are better than you. You don’t deserve to be known as their father, but they love you anyway. Not for what you didn’t do for them (be a good father, for example), or for the name you had, but because you were their father.
A houseplant would have done a better job. Hell, a Venus Flytrap would have done a better job.
To my great-grandmother: see above, mostly. Except this: how anyone can try to kill their child is beyond my comprehension. How anyone can then go and molest every child introduced into their general vicinity when people aren’t looking, to the point that some of them keep the cycle alive and two are made sterile . . . it boggles my mind. You’re given the precious gift of life and you go summarily fucking it up for nearly everyone who should be important to you.
To CF: y’all are the biggest bunch of fucking morons I’ve ever met. You are the epitome of a Jack Chick tract. For how much you say you’re Christian you’re the farthest from it.
To the Abbey: I hope you live with the knowledge that you could not break me. I hope you live with the knowledge that you could have so much from me, but you fucked with me something fierce and you will not get one fucking penny. Not that I have money to give, but I won’t give it to you when I’m rich beyond your wildest dreams. Your entire system is fucked up almost beyond repair. Get it fixed. Yesterday.
Rob’s Parents:
I hope you don’t think I’m an idiot. I hope you don’t think I would do anything immoral with your son. I hope you don’t mind having me over at your house on the weekends and sometimes having to drive me places. I apologize if I’m a pain in the ass…I realize you’re not my parents and I feel bad about asking for rides sometimes. I’ll make it up to you, I promise. I hope you like me.
Lisa:
Stop asking me what we did in anatomy class! Can’t you wait thirty effin minutes to find out? It doesn’t matter that much whether we did a worksheet or took some notes or whatever! Also, quit asking me for gum! Buy your own! ALSO, quit asking me for my answers to the chemistry homework! Miss M. will tell us the next day anyway. Gosh!
Aunt Linda:
I’m not 10 years old! You must ask for a Christmas list for a reason. Please follow it. Hell, I don’t even care if you get me nothing. Please don’t get me crap, though. You know what teenage girls like to wear - just ask your daughter! You never allowed my mom to buy clothes for your daughter because apparently my mom has bad taste or something. Now, please do the same for us. Also, quit complaining to us about how you are soooo sick. Boohooohoo! I’m not going to cry for you because you have a cold. Quit making it sound like the end of the world.
Scott: I wanted to be more than just your slut for so long. I wanted a real relationship. We hooked up tons of times over the last few years, and after every time, I felt like shit. I wish I had stood up for what I really wanted. I’m glad we’re just friends now, but it took a long time for me to reach that point.
Rashad: I love you. You’re the most important person in my life right now, and without you, I’d be lost. Everytime you tell me how you want to find the right girl for you, I want to scream “Pick me! Please, pick me!” But I’m like a sister to you. While I’m your best friend, I’m not the love of your life. Had I been pregnant with your child, it would’ve been the best choice for a father I can think of. You’d be the best. I know you’d never bail on me like a lot of guys your age would. While getting pregnant was not on the top of either of our lists, you were still there for me while I went through all my personal shit. That menas so much to me, you’ll never know. When I see you doing stupid things like going back to Rachelle, it makes me incredibly sad. I know you’re in for another heartbreak. I know you’ll be disapointed. But you do’t listen to me, and a week later, you’re back to crying on my shoulder again. While i’d love to be the right girl for you, more importantly, I just want you to be happy. You deserve that much.
Mom: I’m sorry I gave you so much hell for making me move. While you did mess up my life, I unertand now that you really didn’t have a choice. It was hard to leave Tallahassee, and I lost a lot of people I really cared about by leaving, but you were doing it for my own good. I’m sorry for making you feel like a failure because you tried to keep your family from bankrupcy. I love you.
Dad: Fuck you. I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve seen you since I was 2. That was 17 years ago. You never gave a damn about us, you never even tried to see us.I’m all grown up now. I’ll remember how many nights I layed crying while I was growing up when you need a kidney transplant, because you’d only come to see us if you had to. Rot in hell.
To the nurse in the maternity ward at Piedmont Medical Center:
You came into the room earlier than you said and saw that my daughter wasn’t breathing after her birth 3 years ago. You reacted quickly, hit the button, and the entire staff came in and kept her going. She’s fine, an adorable girl growing up joyously and happy, and I wish I had the chance to thank you properly. Bless you. Bless you. Bless you and all who work there.
Delilah:.I wish I had known earlier. I wish your mom had told me at the beginning, that you were mine. I wish I had been there to see you move, hear your heartbeat, feel you kick. I wish I had stayed at the hospital with your mom the day you died. I wish I had been at the funeral. I wish I had done a lot of things differently. I still miss you and think of you everyday. I’ll see you again, my baby girl. You be good up there, eat your veggies and do as you’re told. Don’t beat up the little boys, okay? I Love You. Daddy.
Daia:.If I could go back and do it again I would. I’d do it right. It seems like all the crap that happened to you happened whenever I didn’t come through. For that I’m sorry. I can never make up what I did, but I’m damn sure gonna try. I have the rest of my life to do it. Regardless of everything that’s happened, I’m thankful every day that we got married, and now that we’re having another baby. He won’t take Delilah’s place, but it’s the baby we’ve both wanted for so long.
Katt:.Get over it. Quit comparing yourself to Daia, accept the fact that you’re family now, and just get over it. While you’re at it, get off your hypocritical lazy selfish spoiled irresponsible ass and start taking care of those kids of yours. Mom and Dad can’t be raising kids at their age anymore, they’re too old. If I could afford it I would take them and raise them myself. You know full well that you’re an incompetent mother, so stop burdening our parents with your inabilities.
John and Carri:.The reason no one wants to spend time with you anymore is because you’re both irresponsible and unreliable. John, grow up. Get a fucking job and start being a man. Carri’s not your mother. Carri, you can barely hold a job, you’re fat, lazy, and far too arrogant for your own good. You think you’re ready to start a family? You and John have been married a year now, you’ve both been out of work, your house is a mess, and John doesn’t want a baby! Grow up!
Felix:.I miss you, my friend. Regardless of everything that happened, I miss you. You and I were great friends; you were like a brother to me. I’m working on it, and I know you are too. Thank you for your patience.
Casey and Charles:.I love you, my friends. You have both been there for me through so much crap that has happened, and I love you both for it. Charles, thanks for staying with me at the hospital the other night with Ia. Yes, I know I did the same for you with Dad, but I still am grateful for the fact that you cared enough to stay. I am honored to stand for you and Casey when you both get married. By the way, Casey, you’ll love the gift Daia and I are getting you and Chrys.
Brooke:.Hang in there.
Chrys:.I love you, my friend. Your friendship means more to me than words can ever express.
Niki:.I hope you’re doing okay out there somewhere. I’ve never forgotten. Take care of your boy. I guess I’ll never know if he was mine.
Caryn:.May all your dreams come true.
Finishing Dept (specifically VS):.Get your head and your ass wired together, shitbrain! Don’t tell me you can’t get into the fucking system and you don’t have anyone down there who can. You people fuck up all these loads, can’t get into the goddamn system, can’t make sure all this fucking shit is correct, and expect me to do it for you! I DON’T HAVE THE TIME TO DO YOUR WORK AND MINE, ASSWIPE! Perhaps if you’d train these goatlickers that work for you properly, I wouldn’t have to save your ass all the time!
Rudy:.Fuck you. Fuck you very much.
wow…I feel much better now.
eirroc,
Volkstrust mail ? hello ?
To the Lamb Cake I Just Bought At Lutz’s
What are you? What …The… Hell…ARE YOU? Why in the world would such a weird, hideous, most likely stale confection become a “South Side Tradition” on the Easter dinner table? Why did I shell out 19 dollars for you? Why? WHY WHY??? Will you be tasty when I cut your head off tomorrow to celebrate the resurrection of Christ?
I DOUBT IT
Will we all take ONE bite of our slice o’ lamb and laugh at the violence of it and then throw it away because it tastes like slightly moistened dry wall?
PROBABLY.
But I bought you anyway…and I will present you to my Grandmother with pride…
odd…don’t you think?
jarbaby
Grandpa Newhart: I’m sorry that when I was a smart-ass teenage know-it-all I laughed at your suggestion to join the army after high school, and told you war was stupid and you were stupid for being proud of going off to kill people; being a “career” army man instead of having a “real” job. I’m sorry for the way we rolled our eyes when you groused about having to ride in my mother’s “Damn Jap” car, and secretly thought you were a dottering old man who should just get over it already. I’m sorry that when I was older and knew why wars were fought I never told you I was wrong and appreciated everything you went through. I’m sorry that it wasn’t until your funeral when I saw my uncles exclaim over your bronze star and other medals and clippings my mother had arranged near your coffin; and seeing one of your war buddies salute you and tell stories like the time the two of you had to stand neck deep in a stream for two days to secure it, alternately watching the water flow brown from mud, then red from the blood of other soldiers being killed upstream, that I only then realized what a hero you were. I’m so sorry and I hope that wherever you are now you can somehow forgive me. I hope that when you used to smirk and snicker condescendingly to me as a youth (that made me so mad!) it was because you knew one day I’d grow up and realize what a fool I’d been. I’m so, so sorry.
C: I’m sorry. I don’t know how our friendship got to where it did. I think we were both really immature. You were jeaous of my friendship and yes, I was jealous because you had M. I knew he loved me once and couldn’t let that go. You always wanted to be the center of attention and when L. and I didn’t see that, you got angry. We had some really wonderful times. We live in the same town and yet we don’t speak. I don’t know if we could get along again but I would certainly be willing to try if we could just put things behind us.
S: Who are you trying to be now? You only call when it is convenient for you, you never write. You broke D.'s heart–you know that, I know that. He was my friend too. I don’t like you any less because of that. But I am still his friend. If you can’t deal with that, I’m sorry. He needs me, he needs his friends. You were never anything but cruel to him, knowing that he needed you. I know you think you are some ultra-cool, hip, club chick now and that’s fine. But you can’t expect the rest of us to follow you on your crazy adventures anymore. I never liked that stuff before and I sure as hell don’t like it now. I’d like to hear from you but only if you are sincerely interested in me as a person. I miss you.
P: You know what? Screw what other people think. I’m tired of tailoring my behavior so that I impose on and offend the fewest people possible. Why does their right to be happy and superior supercede my right to share my happiness? It shouldn’t. Still, I respect your right to be comfortable. And because of that, I will–once again–censor myself and what I really want to say. Who am I kidding? I’m terrified of what would happen to you if I did do what I want. Why is that the people who are so eager to support you and be there for you when you have bad days can’t see their way to do the same when you are sincerely happy? It’s very sad and strange.
K: I am so sorry. I know you deserved some sort of punishment for what you did but we were wrong to do that. We were stupid and didn’t consider the ramifications it would have in your life. You were guilty of seriously bad judgement and it could have had long-lasting effects. Lifetime effects. And not just for you. But what we did was wrong. And it’s not even about the money. I would give it back if I thought it would make up for your conscience the past few years. We thought we were teaching you a lesson. I guess we did but I don’t think it was worth the emotional trauma you endured because of it. I’m sorry.
this thread is too precious not to bump
To Amber
(I’ll keep this post out of pit-ness, which it could easily slip into) Despite the fact that I flirt with everyone and you were too clueless to realize I wasn’t leading you on, you still have no right to insult me at every oppourtunity, turn one of my best friends against me, and whine about the girl I do like. You can get mad at me at a whim and try to get my friends to hate me, but I don’t care. Even if you do make some hate me, they probably weren’t the best friends it the first place. Read my lips: I Don’t Care.
To "Jane"
Thanks for being there for me in everything. I know it makes you uncomfortable when I talk to you about things like this, or the fact that I like you, but I wish I could just give you a hug and tell you I love you. Your friendship helped me through a lot of tough times, and you were there to cry with after 9/11. You’re great, even if my love for you isn’t returned.
To Crystal
You are AWESOME!!! I can’t tell you how much I love you, no matter how many times I say the words. When things with Jane mess(ed) up, you’re always there to cry with me. I wish I could be there for you to hug, after your father’s passing, but remember I’m always with you in spirit.
To King Aleksandar of Yugoslavia-drop your pants. Right. Now.
Granny- I miss you so much. I wish I had spent more time with you. I wish you could see my children. Sometimes I look at Margaret and see you. I miss your no nonsense hillbilly attitude on life. And how you used to let us play with your stuff, even when we trashed it, you always said “Let the kids have a good time. There’s misery enough when they grow up.” I wish I could see you again for five minutes, so I could tell you how much I love you.
Angry ones:
RHS: Burn in Hell, you degenerate piece of shit.
PM: I can’t believe that I ever thought that you were intelligent, mature, and wise. You were just an immature, manipulative jackass. You knew how desperate I was for approval and you used that as ammunition for your little mind games. I’m just glad I figured out that I didn’t need you before it was too late.
I’m not going to say I don’t carry some responsibility for what happened, but at least I grew up and realized that it was wrong. Even though you were almost six years older than I was, you never seemed to figure that out.
It’s been seven years since then–I hope you decided to grow up. Somehow, I doubt it. :rolleyes:
Sad ones:
MT: I love you. You left us way too soon. Everyone in the family still thinks about you. You’d be proud of AT, RT, and AS.
MR: I’m not sure you ever realized this, but you saved my life. I just wish I hadn’t been so petty and ungrateful to you. I’ve been trying to track you down, but I’ve had no luck. I’ve missed you so much.
Slightly less serious ones:
RW: I had a crush on you for months–I’m sure you’ve already figured that out, though. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable; I knew that the feeling could never be mutual. I don’t make friends easily, so when I’m getting along well with someone, my enthusiasm gets the best of me. It’s unfortunate, since we had so much in common and I think we could have been good friends. I’m glad I had a chance to get to know you, though. I often wonder what you’ve been up to. I hope you like the CD.
**JO ** and RS: I wish I knew where the hell you guys are, so we could have a 10-year mini-reunion.
The cutie on the bus: [JoeyTribbiani]How you doin’?[/JoeyTribbiani] 
Man, do I need this…
S - Please, please, please stop doing this to yourself. You aren’t helping yourself with all this self-inflicted pain… that is, if you aren’t lying anyway, which I’m just not sure about. Whether you are or not though, you’re beyond the help that I can give- find someone trained to do this. You have lots of people that care about you, and we really do love you. Really. In the meantime, get over L, please. You have to realize that she won’t be your girlfriend, but that she will be a damn good friend, period. Don’t you realize that she cares a lot about you? She likes spending time with you. She went over to see you that time you went home sick. She loves you, even if it isn’t how you wanted at first. She is willing to be a great friend, because she is one of nicest, most incredibly sweet people I know. Please don’t risk losing that.
C - I know I’ve already apologized for what I did, but I’d like to do it again… because in trying to get closer to you, I only succeeded in making it impossible to ever be a close friend to you. You’re a fantastic person, and I regret that I will never be able to know you better. And you know, you would make good liberal, if you weren’t so conservative ;)…
L - I’ve said this; you are sweet, you are pretty, you are damn intelligent, and an incredible artist. I can’t believe I didn’t know you before this January… I’d like to know you better, but I’m afraid to find out if that’s possible. If I say something too soon, I’m afraid I might hurt a friend deeply. If I wait too long, I’m afraid that I might get hurt myself - and it might end up the way it did with C. I don’t want that to happen.
J - You know by now, I’m not going to hate you, I don’t hate you, I could never hate you. You were right, and I’m glad that we worked this out. Please, never be afraid to speak what’s really on your mind; the risk of losing a friend is sometimes a price you have to pay, but it is not a high enough price to justify possibly staying in an untenable, unsafe position. And you should always do what feels right. I love you, you’re awesome. I’m just not the guy for you, and you’re just not the girl for me. That’s cool; you’re still the greatest.
B - Thank God you came through all of that. I love you, and wish you the best. I wish I could have been more helpful than I was, but I’m glad that you came through all right. I’ll try to visit you this summer, I really were. I wish you weren’t so far away, too. I’ll manage though, because you are worth it. Keep smiling!
K - For the love of God, either ask him out or just forget about it completely! I’m trying to help you, but you have to understand that you cannot make this your life. Get a hold of yourself, and take a chance! Frankly, I’m sick of hearing about it; either do something, or just shutup and let it wither. I hate to put it like that, I really do, because I do love you… but you can’t do this to yourself, and I can’t keep hearing about this and offering the same advice over and over again. Here’s hoping that you will someday grow up.
M - I certainly came through a lot to get to where I am with you. It wasn’t too bad, but it had its moments, and I applaud you for dealing with my occasional moments of being a jackass with such patience. You are a wonderful, supportive friend, and I’m finally completely at peace with that. I’m sorry that I had to solve my insecurities by talking about them out loud to you… it helped, even though you didn’t do anything except listen. Thanks again for being patient. You’re the greatest, and I love you.
Whew! That was therapeutic… mmmm…
You’re my friend and I’d appreciate it if you were honest with me. I’m not going to judge you because your my friend. Just don’t lie to me, that’s all I ask.
To Gloria - You’ll never know what a God send you were to me. You led me out of a life of darkness into the life I know now. Thank You. Thank you for taking the risk of allowing me to live in your house. Thank you for everything you ever did for me. I will never forget your loving kindness, compassion, your examples of wisdom and life experience. May God Bless you for all eternity and more!!
Josh – I hate you. I hate you so much. How dare you accuse me of emotionally abusing you the entire time we were together. Of raping you. Of being a nymphomaniac. I told you so many times that the most important thing for me, if we made love, would be that it would be right for you. You never, ever said otherwise. I asked you, repeatedly, and you never said anything. You even tied me up once; how could that have been me taking advantage of you? Why did you not say anything about it until after the fact? And why do you make me feel guilty for cutting you out of my life? By the way – I told you so.
Joy – this is MPSIMS so I can’t say all the things I want to. You are the biggest piece of slime I have ever seen. You prey upon the weak, then leave them discarded on the side. I’m glad Josh is the one you actually care about, because you hurt him and now he wants nothing to do with you. I can’t believe you screwed Matt and let him think he was a rapist for a week afterwards before you “remembered” what happened. I hope to god you someday come to your senses and that you cannot live with yourself the way you are. You might be a good person if you bothered thinking of anyone but yourself.
Sean – you whine. You whine. You whine. You’ve taken from me for five months and you wonder why I can’t deal with you right now? Let me have my time, dammit. I can’t promise we’ll be back together afterwards, but you have a better chance of holding on to me if you leave me alone now than if you keep pushing yourself on me.
God/dess/deity/Force/whatever – I am so fucking scared. Please make the world calm down before it blows up. I want to live to see 30.
A few more:
Grandpa I love you so much, I’m glad your not in pain anymore and I hope you’re enjoying yourself wherever you are.
Grandma I love you too, I know I’m not at home much because I go out with my buddies as well as work and stuff but I really do try to do what I can around the house and help out, though I always feel it’s never enough.
Great-Grandma What’s happening? Why haven’t you called or come to visit? Why are you fighting with Grandma and boycotting all of us? I miss you, I want to know what’s happening with you.
Greg Hun, I care for you so much. I’m afraid that despite my best efforts I’m falling for you. Yes you are my first, but I think it’s more than that. We are really clicking, we have fun just hanging out as friends and don’t have to be bf/gf but I really think you need to cut your ties with your ex. I’ve heard how you talk about her, and I’ve heard what everyone else thinks of her and all agree with me. Just stop talking to her, don’t agree to go out for coffee or anything especially since it appears she can’t get a clue that you two are not an item anymore. Listen to me and Liam who are concerned about you. Also, you really really need to get a phone so people can get in contact with you rather than using Liam as a secretary.
Cynthia Girl, you need to learn when enough is enough. Greg dumped you, (or did you dump him I forget that part of the conversation) but you are not together anymore. He just wants to be friends, not bf/gf he is enjoying the single life and flirting with all the other girls (including me). This has nothing to do with the fact that I am falling for him, but definately as a concerned friend. Maybe it’s time for you to find someone else, or just revel in the single life instead of trying to drag him back. If he comes back it will be willingly not just because you assume that you and him are together again. Just be there for him and be a friend, just as I am. He’ll pick who he wants when he’s ready for it.
Liam Hun, you are a hottie. I know you’ve had trouble with women in the past (vis a vis your ex-wife) but not all of us are bad. I know you’ve met some pretty nice ones since the three of us have been hanging out. Even though I am falling for Greg, I could easily fall for you too. When I call you I’m not always looking for Greg, I like to just talk with you as well because it’s interesting. I had a great time with all of you at the Big Wreck concert and I really hope we can hang out again soon. It’s fun.
Nanna I was just wondering why you seem to have boycotted me and my brother. Yes I know you don’t like Dad’s side of the family and like to pretend they don’t exist, but we live with them and we are a part of their family. Just as we are a part of yours. I hardly ever hear from you, and yes I know I am bad for sending letters but you could try to call maybe once in awhile just to talk. I miss the sound of your voice and I do love you, I hardly ever know what is happening with you or that side of the family. The only things I know I find out from Mom.
People who walk in 5 minutes to close at the restauraunt You expect to be served with a smile and eat in and everything, but it’s real hard when you walk in just before close. We have to take your order fast and anyway, we want to go home. It’s been a long day already. There is another restauraunt open later just down the road, why do you have to come here? We’ll only have to rush you through your dinner anyway and it’d probably be more pleasant to be able to relax rather than rush.
I’m done… for now…