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Dear assistant stage manager,
Please don't talk behind her back about a freshman messing up the lights during a show when in your first year you almost severely injured someone by cueing someone else at the wrong time.
Dear Students,
Please stop using the word "extremely." It's not going to help you get what you want.
Dear Family,
Forcing me to go to your church and sit through your praying won't make me more religious. Punishing me whenever I ask a question about the religion isn't helping either.
Dear people,
You can never truly understand someone else's pain.
Dear people that write "bestfriend",
Hello. My name is Señor Spacebar. You killed proper syntax.
Dear university,
Thank you SO much for deciding not to send out financial aid refund checks until a month after school starts.
Dear video gamer creators,
When you are making the game, please make the hard difficulties mean the AI enemy is really hard. Please don't make my allies useless, or tamper with general gameplay, like the controls.
Dear girl who just called me fat,
Please get your eyes checked. I'm quite noticeably underweight. 20 pounds underweight, actually.
Dear School systems,
If my friend who is always on top of her work and a straight A student is considering staying home from school just to catch up with all the work, somethings wrong.
Dear college best friend,
Please remember that I love you. You are the only guy to ever call me beautiful. I don't need to date you, I understand that, but I do need you in my life.
Dear people who want a plus-sized disney princess,
The idea behind this is great. But let's be real - It's not going to happen. So how about we encourage young girls to not have their self-esteem controlled by their looks, and more by talents, good grades in school, amazing hobbies or whatever they are good at? To me, that sounds far more productive than raging about stereotypical beauty in disney movies.
Dear Jesus,
You can eat with all the sinners you want, I won't judge you. Just don't judge me when I eat sinners.
Dear guy who called me a 90's kid,
I was born in 2000. Just because I knew that phone's had cords doesn't mean I'm from the 90's.
Dear doctor,
I came to you for help medicating my anxiety disorder. If I could just "forget about" the anxiety, like you suggested, why in the world would I be coming to you for medication?
Dear World,
In the next 100 years, the word 'politician' will become one of the most offensive insults ever.
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