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Dear "You should really get over it it was a year ago.",
Cancer doesn't stop traumatizing you once it's "gone" and PTSD can't tell time. Help me damnit!
Dear school officials,
Please don't make me choose between sitting in a special seat because of my disability... or sitting next to the classmate that stalked and abused me. That's really not a choice, unless you happen to be Faust.
Dear Principal,
I realize that teacher's college is nowhere near as stressful as full-time teaching. However, you need to realize that being sick, suffering from insomnia, and taking care of a mother with bone cancer, on top of going through teacher's college, is very stressful. But please, continue telling me how my stress level is "nothing."
Dear girl I like,
Why is it that you tell me that you have a crush on me, but when I ask you out, you reject me and tell me you're sorry but I'm the the most caring guy ever
Dear extended step-family,
You rejected me the day you told me, "She's not your real sister, she's just your half sister."
Dear Men,
Please. Please, stop hitting on me. It's terrifying to be around you post rape.
Dear strict teacher,
Please stop yelling. I know you think you need to yell in order for us to get our work done, but I have anxiety, and you have caused me to have numerous panic attacks.
Dear neighbour above me,
Please turn down your music. It is shaking everything in my apartment. Plus, some of us have important things to do, like study for exams.
Dear Mother,
Please stop asking me if I'm into girls. Just because I have a deep voice and I'm overweight does not mean I'm a lesbian. Stereotype much?
Dear Friend,
Telling me that "moping around all depressed isn't going to help" is not helping me.
Dear parents who smoke in the house,
I respect your right to smoke, and I respect that it's Canada, but we do have a garage with a space heater.
Dear dad,
Please refrain from yelling at me five minutes after my appointment to talk about my sever generalized anxiety disorder with my pyschologist.
Dear friends,
I know we all make fun of each other, but when you make "dumb blonde" jokes about me, it hurts. I work hard to get good grades, and you don't. So stop!
Dear Tour Guide in Italy,
I know our group entirely consists of Americans, and I know we're supposed to stay with our tour guide at all times during the tour, but taking us to McDonalds for lunch is unacceptable.
Dear Aunt,
My parents have tirelessly worked to send me to a good school and go on holidays. They were not born with golden spoons.
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