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Dear Dad,
Please stop making fun of how much food I've been eating recently.
Dear "Best friend",
I told you about my depression, but you constntly talk about how people like Robin Williams had "nothing to be sad about." So I never brought it up again. Yet any time we talk about what we're having for lunch you never fail to remind me you are gluten-free and expect me to feel sorry for you and APOLOGIZE for the fact I can eat an oreo cookie. I don't want sympathy, I want you to stop trying to make me feel like your problem is worse than mine even though the two can't be compared.
Dear boys who found my phone in the locker room,
You make me sad to be a guy. When you found my phone, instead of finding out who it belonged to, you texted my girlfriend and one of my best female friends, saying they had nice asses.
Dear Person Who Stole the Contents of My Wallet,
You took everything except my Starbucks card. I can't identify myself anywhere, buy groceries, get myself home, or use any of the gift cards given to me for my birthday, but I can buy a 4 dollar latte. Thanks a lot bitch.
Dear old ladies in the park ,
You are so rude. Why did you tell us that writing in chalk in the park was illegal?
Dear teacher ,
So you preach about making a change to stop bullying yet you walk by a kid whose books are being stolen without a second thought
Dear hearing people,
Please stop thinking I'm stupid because I use ASL, its a language, not miming or gesturing
Dear costumer,
Ordering a ton of food 2 minutes before our kitchen closes every night is a dick move.
Dear mom,
Please stop calling me a girl. I thought things would get better when I came out but I'm still "your daughter" to you
Dear "Mother",
Please stop acting like your better than me and that you "know what I'm going through". Last time I checked, you didn't have depression, insomnia, or ADHD. Side note- Maybe I wouldn't hate you so much if you used my pronouns and my goddamn name.
Dear Momma,
Please understand when you're the editor and cartoonist for the college's newspaper, a respected saxophonist in the concert and jazz band, a tv filmer, an actress for the skit team for the college's Baptist group, all while holding a 3.7 GPA with my pre-Vet degree, that sometimes my hardest efforts won't always show on paper, and that I'm not lazy.
Dear Mom,
Liking girls does not make me a freak. I'm still the kid who loves short shorts, Spirited Away, and romantic candlelit dinners. Just not with a guy.
Dear family,
Please understand that im not ok. Im going crazy and nobody is noticing me. I just want someone to actually care and pay attention to me. I never thought that i would become depressed or have anxiety issues but i guess i do. I honestly don't know if this is termporary or not. Please notice me.
Dear teacher who opened up a bag of gummy bears and said "smells like diabetes",
Please get your facts right....
Dear YouTube,
Please stop including a 60-second commercial in front of a 20-second video.
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