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Dear Academy of Science,
Please know that I ended up breaking my foot running inside the house to open the letter from your school.
Dear everyone,
Please remember that sometimes, there is no absolute truth. Many moral, economic, or other issues have many many ways to solve the problem. Sometimes however, there is absolute truth. Such as whether or not God exixts, or natural laws.
Dear High School PE Teacher,
I forgive you but it will never make it acceptable for what you let slide under the rug. You HAD to break me out of a gym locker because girls in my class put me there. But you never had to say, "There's nothing we can do about it because there was no video evidence." Me being pad locked in a tiny locker should have been enough evidence. Not to mention the amount of blood and bruising that was left on my naked body after being raped by the girls who put me in there.
Dear Juggalos,
Please take off the clown paint already. It looks retarded. Grow up already.
Dear Dad,
Please stop getting mad at me for not being able to watch a show about sex crimes anymore.
Dear soon to be boyfriend,
Please be patient with me. My ex ignored me for video games and I'm scared you going to ignore me for another muse too.
Dear people,
Please share your thoughts about Mormon Missionaries. Good or bad? Annoyance or motivation? etc...
Dear fate,
Since my two of my closest friends are dating now, can you get all the other couples I'm sure will get together at some point, you know, get together sooner? I'd like to place some bets.
Dear fiance,
Please help me. I have a busted ankle and can't walk yet you still want me to make supper. I have to "remind" you to make something for me too when you make something. And I really appreciate having to get my own ice packs and water and figure out how to carry them with crutches.
Dear marshmallows,
You complete me.
Dear Dad...,
Please stop making me do shit I don't want to do. I know you're going through a mid-life crisis and think that we need to renovate every square inch of the house, but I really don't see a reason to waste my time doing it.
Dear Mum,
Please leave me be with my oversized shirts and skinny jeans and lack of makeup or motivation. And while you're at it, stop picking on me so much for not being a 'normal' girl.
Dear boyfriend,
Please understand that I really do want to tell you that I am Bi but I am just afraid that you will hate me and leave me. Can you also understand that when you make fun of my religion and my sexuality without knowing it, it really hurts.
Dear Dad,
I'm sorry I missed your call. I'm sorry I haven't called you back. I know these weekly calls are your way of being involved in my life from three hours away. But I don't want to do it anymore, and I don't know how to tell you without hurting you. You're only my dad when you want to be, and you never seem to remember the times you disappeared in the past. You seem to be happy with your new family, so please just let me go. I was there for you all those years because no one else was, but you don't need me anymore and I need time to heal.
Dear Brock Turner's Dad,
Please understand that twenty minutes of action is a lot. In twenty minutes, you can murder people, bomb a city, or do other such horrible things.
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