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Dear Judgmental woman doing my STD test,
I was raped.
Dear LDS Parents,
Please let me back into your home. It's cold in my car.
Dear first real boyfriend,
Yes, I'm 18. Yes, you're 22. But we've been dating a week. And you were my first kiss. And you know that. So stop asking about sex. It's not happening anytime soon.
Dear mean kids in my grade,
Please be aware of the fact that saying you won't miss me next year and no one will ever like me here so I should go now... actually does have an effect on me.
Dear counselor,
I showed up in your office today, telling you I need better coping skills for living with my husband's condition. You told me that clearly I am doing fine, it's HIM you need to be seeing, and ushered me out of your office 30 minutes early. I can't MAKE him make appointments and keep them. I can only change ME.
Dear older brother,
Please stop putting me down and making me feel fat, worthless, and ugly.
Dear neighbors,
Please don't tell your children about the "fat girl" next door, as my window is wide open and you smoke your 3 packs that drift into my window.
Dear Husband,
Please start thinking about anybody other than yourself. It doesn't have to be me, our daughter really needs you. I love you but you need help.
Dear Mom,
Your asthmatic daughter wants to be a singer when she grows up and has been told by many people that she could reach her dream. How can you not see that you smoking is holding her back?
Dear older female customer,
Please don't hint that I need to lose weight, I never even asked for your opinion. I'm only 145 pounds!
Dear mother who changed her mind about hiring me,
Please figure out that you want someone who speaks your kids language before you offer someone a job. I had turned down other job offers because I accepted yours.
Dear rude old Lady,
Yes I will ignore you and use the handicapped parking at the supermarket
Dear mom,
Please stop texting while driving and threaten to ground me when I tell you to stop. You are the single mother of 6 children who need you.
Dear creepy band director,
Please don't yell at me for wearing a nice blouse and burmuda shorts to the graduation performance instead of a sun dress like the rest of the girls in band, I prefer not to have my ass stared at by you. Also, you said summer dress casual, not summer dress.
Dear Waitress,
When you come back to our table, throw the receipt on the table and loudly argue about how you didn't get a tip, understand that you let in 10 people before us, even though WE were the only ones who had made a reservation, messed up our order over 5 times, overcharged us for all the food, and we still payed it, and made us wait 2 hours for a table and 1 and a half hour for menus. All because we were talking about how Twilight sucks and Harry Potter rocks.
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