SORT BY
TODAY
THIS WEEK
THIS MONTH
ALL TIME
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 biological father,
Remember when you told my mother I wouldn't graduate high school without a father figure? I graduated at the top of my class without you.
Dear girl who thinks she knows all about Harry Potter,
His name is Ron not Don.
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 college,
Considering I submitted all my fees two weeks before break, there is absolutely no reason why you "couldn't send my timetable". Everyone else in my class has theirs, including those who submitted their fees after mine.
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.
Dear friends,
Please acknowledge the fact that it is my birthday next time.
Dear bully of my sister,
Please stop harassing her just because she can't always speak clearly and has to stop in the middle of sentences a lot. It is also totally not cool that you pointed out her learning disorder to the entire class. Stop it before I stop it for you.
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 university,
Thank you SO much for deciding not to send out financial aid refund checks until a month after school starts.
Dear "friends",
Please stop calling me your friend and then never inviting me to hang out but posting pictures on Instagram of the great time you're having.
Dear Boy,
Please dont use me to figure out your sexuality. I refuse to be your dirty little secret. If you really are interested when youve figured yourself out, let me know. Just please be aware of my own confusion.
Dear Ex-Boyfriend,
Please don't text me on my birthday anymore. Stop telling me I was the best thing that every happened to you. It has been over three years since you cheated and put your hands on me.
Dear parents,
Please realize that just because I am 20, broke, living at home, and desperately trying to move out does not mean that you can tell me to pack my bags every time I do one tiny little thin wrong.
Dear woman having me carry out your government subsidized lobster and cigarettes to your new Cadillac while you talk on your iPhone,
Please spend the $25 involuntarily taken out of my $200 check every week more responsibly,
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