Philotic Web

Dear you,
I know I once called you bitchy and bratty. I hope you're right, and if you are, I have much more respect for you.
-cowpoodle003

Dear you,
You're a prick. Go home and play with your barbies.

Dear you,
You win. Or rather, you lose. I'm done with you. I'm not trying to get you back. You'll probably regret it, but I hope you don't. I hope you're just fine without me..
...I just hope I'm more sucessful than you I just want something, other than the fact that I'm probably cuter than any girl you'll get, to rub in your face. Hmmm, bitter much? But, seriously, whatever. Be happy. I'm done.
-Nic Chick (But not YOUR Nic Chick. My own.)

Dear you,
Are you ever going to tell me, or will you be satisfied with me knowing only because B told me? This is a life-changing event, so it's sort of a big deal...and I thought I mattered at least enough to know about big things. *sigh* Congratulations.
-Your cousin

Dear you,
I'll admit; I sort of forgot that you were living in the same room as me when I decided to start telling Stories of the Day and that you were told numerous Stories of the Day. So of course you know what they are! That text made my eyes bulge at first from seeing you use that phrase. Weirdness all around.
-Alea

Dear you and you,
Really?! Yay! I'm so happy if I've gotten it right!
-<3

Dear you,
Death is never easy to deal with.. I don't know what to say or do to help you, I really wish I knew. It hurts when I can't help you, especially now when you need it the most.

Yours,
Will

dear you

for all we go through
i don't wanna change you
it's my mind running in reverse
trying not to forget who we were

struggling with my thoughts
change the locks inside my head
reading between the lines
of what you say and what you said

through the rise and falling apart
we discover who we are

Dear You,

I finally realized that you will never think of me as I think of you. Thank you for letting me come to this, on my own, instead of hitting me in the face with it. Now, I just need to learn to accept it.

-Dan


Dear You,

Thank you for saying hello. I know it doesn't seem like much, but... It means a lot to me, whether I say it or not.

-duelist1525


Dear You,

When will it be my turn? If I have to wait another 17 years for my cycle to come back around, I am going to have some major problems. Why can't I have what I want, huh? Doesn't it matter, at all?

-You know who I am


Dear You,

I keep getting so close. I feel like I might finally be able to get past this problem, if things keep going the way that they are going. If you keep helping, the way that you are helping. If people keep acting the way that they are acting...

-Me


Dear You,

Why do you do it? Why do you try to help people? Does it help? No. Do people even seem to notice? No. Do people try to give back? Very infrequently, but yes. So, why would you continue to put effort into people who put so little effort into you? Stop it, before you get yourself killed.

-Me


Dear You,

Hugs saved my life. Someone giving a crap saved my life. And someone showing kindness and love saved my life. Remember that?

-Dan


Dear You,

Please excuse the fact that almost every post that I make is a Dear You post. I don't want to really get into much that I cannot continue or read.. and, being gone as much as I am... I just don't get into much.

-Borommakot_15

Dear you,
As Kenickie once said, 'Thanks a lot, kid.'

Dear you,

I think about you and worry. Today I sat in on a doctor's appointment. A gentleman, fifty years old, came into our office for a consult. He was big, and friendly, and had greasy hair. He smelled like cheap cologne and sat in a chair across from my boss, his oncologist.

"You know why you're here, right?" said the physician.

"Yeah, my doctor found a spot in a chest x-ray."

Dr. X flipped through the chart that had been laid, ever so delicately, on the counter by a thoughtful nurse. "It says here that a biopsy was done and that it came back positive for adenocarcinoma of the lung."

The man seemed embarrassed by this. He ran fingers, thick like sausages, through his salt and pepper locks. "Right. I've got cancer."

Then, with great effort, the man reached into the breast pocket of his shirt and retrieved a pack of Parliments. He tossed it in the garbage. "I know what you're going to say," he said. "But don't worry. I'm going to quit today."

Dr. X closed the chart and sat quietly for a moment. Then he leaned over, lifted the pack of cigarettes from the basket, and held them out to his patient. "It's not a small spot," he said. "Smoke as much as you want."

I saw realization on that man's face. And I couldn't help but imagine you sitting there, trembling in a room of antiseptic white, a cluster of homicidal cells choking the health from your body.

I don't want to nag. I don't want to be that guy who nags. But I also don't want to let you get away with it. It's expensive and you can't afford it -- and I'm not only talking about cash.

Think about it. Okay?

-Oliver

dear you,

when i read that postsecret just now, my heart lurched. i know it isn't from you, but it reminded me so sharply of that day.

i spent all afternoon trying to explain away everything you did to me. it sounded ridiculous. even i knew that. jess was gracious about it. she knows what it's like, the need to clutch at the remaining shreds.

she told me she saw you. i felt something strong in me begin to crumble.

i wanted to ask her so many questions. what did you look like? did you seem happy? what were you wearing? did she speak to you? does she know where you're working now? are you happy there? are you seeing anyone? why would you go back there? why there, after all this time?

i didn't ask any of these questions.

i can't stop thinking about you. i can't dislodge this feeling in my gut. something is going to happen, soon. i know it. i know it.

for better or for worse, we're cut from the same cloth. and sooner or later we're going to bump into each other again. we live on the same street. we hail from the same town. we work on the same block. we ride the same train. we have the same friends. we're going to the same weddings. sooner or later, we are bound to meet again.

i just don't know what to say to you on that day.

have you grown up yet?

...does it matter?

probably not.

please stop haunting me. the signs are becoming overwhleming, and i never fully decided to believe.

love always,
Kel




dear you,

you are going to be so very, very sorry that you ever decided to betray me.

Kelly

Dear you,

I'm so sorry that the fact that I will spend all day today wrestling with office personnel inconveniences you. I'm sorry that me doing what I can to make it right for you isn't good enough. I'm sorry you don't care that I may not being going to college this semester. I'm sorry, sorry, sorry.

me

Dear You,

I'm really sad you left. I'll miss you. You were very interesting and I want to get to know you better. Sorry if I made some really stupid comments!


Dear You Two,

I thought I loved, I guess I lied,
I really can't pretend..
It all got old, my heart turned cold,
I knew it had to end..
Now it's done, so let me run,
I'll find me a new friend,
To hold me close, to mean the most,
Let's hope I'm not a trend.

(Forgive me for the horrible rhyme...)

Anyway. Sorry for making parts of your lives pointless.

Dear you,

What the hell? Change it back.

- Doc

Dear you,

Lately, every forum I've been visiting looks like a bunch of 12-year-old-girl squabbling. And I can't stand that, because my sis is 12 years old and I get it all over me, so it drives me crazy.
So please don't make my last boards like it as well..

Thanks a lot
the bored guy who looks at you sometimes and asks you for too many things (supposedly the bored guy no. 1662)

Dear you,

I know a forum where it doesn't just look like it, it is exactly like that. Somehow, I think your other boards will pale in comparison.

- Doc

Dear You,

Do you know me at all?
Do you know anything about my life lately?
Have you bothered to ask?

How's my dad doing?
What concert was I at when you called?
Was it good? Did I enjoy myself?

Am I still living in the same place?
Do I still have my car?
How has work been going for me? Am I still doing the same job or have I changed jobs?

Do you know anything about me at all? Do you even care? Does your mind even have that capability? Does it have the capacity to think "hm, I wonder how he's doing" rather than just calling because you know I'm good at being there for you?

I know this is harsh, and possibly even mean - though I don't think it is. I'm just curious if you can actually answer any of these questions at all. I sincerely do hope you can, I really do. I want to be wrong. I desperately do. I want to hear you tell me that you know the answer to all of those questions, that subliminally somehow you have an understanding that means I don't need to say anything for you to hear it, but somehow I doubt that is the case.

I'd have to be crazy to fall into that trap again. Sorry.

--Cam

Dear You,

I'm starting to wonder why I still bother. I always just get hurt. Someday I'll stop, and I'll be the bad guy for it.

Dear you,

Makes me wonder how many shouting "underage b&" are 12-year-old girls.

-me

Dear you,

Kristen and i are throwing a surprise murder mystery party for your birthday! it's gonna be great.

-your exasperated sister

that should hold me for a while

Dear you,

If I'm the one making you drive yourself crazy, I'm sorry.

-eriador

Dear you,
Why do I get the sneaking suspicion that you are once again contributing? It doesn't bother me that you are, if in fact it is you, just that you try to hide it.

At any rate, happy un-anniversary. Two years ago this week. We've come a long way, right?

Dear you,

I know we do not believe the same things. I know that you wonder where God is in all of this and that you wish you had died instead. But I hope and I pray that the families who suffered in that accident offer you forgiveness, and that you will find peace and consolation that God has not abandoned you.

~a neighbour who cares

Dear You,

I have exciting and frustrating scholastic things to talk about. You should come online sometime soon.

--SWPHEPWEBBER

Dear you,

Is it too much to ask for some comfort when I'm having a break down, instead of snide comments that only make me feel worse about myself? When my break down is lasting for 3 days, maybe a change of tactics is in order? Why not just try the basics, like holding me, and telling me you love me? It may just work!

-wifegirl

Dear You,

Happy and proud! Happy and proud!

*beams*

You Know Who

Dear You,

Someone finally answers, and it isn't you? How the hell does that work?

-Dan


Dear You,

I really do feel like I bother you every time that I say hello. So, why don't you try saying hello, sometime? You haven't done that in a good long while.

-Dan


Dear You,

I never pictured you as a submissive. Or your hubby as a Dom. What gives?

-West


Dear You,

I miss your comforting, soothing presence. The e-mail didn't bounce back, so I hope to hear from you soon. I could use a little of that help you always gave, without even realizing you were giving it...

-Dan


Dear You,

What part of 'STFU and leave me the hell alone' did you NOT understand? God.. sometimes I wonder how you are even breathing, you are so stupid.

-Danny


Dear You,

I went on a MySpace binge, and added 8 people all in the same day... Sorry that I weirded you out, like that.

-Me


Dear You,

I guess it is time to eat those worms, huh?

-Dan


Dear You,

There. I posted some stuff. Not just here, either. Happy?

-B_15

Dear you,
I less than three you.

You complete me.

*dork*

-Me

dear you,

...................................................................................................?


-Kel

Dear You,

Please try not to stress out too much. This sucks, but it's not your fault, and no one there feels any resentment towards you.

Your friend.


Dear You,

Why do I always fall for the crazy ones?!

Me

Dear you,

You are without a doubt the coolest and most awesome professor ever. And I'm lucky enough to have you as a friend and even a sometime-colleague. Thanks for everything you've ever done for me, the inspiration and encouragement and the joy you've always inspired in me for the field.

- your ex-student

Dear You,

You suck at your job. It's even in the title. "Health Services" for some reason, implies to me that you attempt to provide health services to the student body of this university. My mistake. Oh, no. Actually, your mistake.

Angrily,
Student with the 8 day fever and hacking cough

Dear You,

I'm hoping that means your request went really well?

Your fellow SWPHEPWEBBER

Dear you,

Alas, no. Would that I had such a wonderful rapport with Prof. Scary McScarrington. That was to a prof from my undergrad. The meeting with the scary one did go well, though. He's going to post it on Monday, he says. So here's hoping!

I also have other interesting news.

Good luck on quals!

-- Me

Wow, it's been a long time since I posted on here. Anyway, I had a little relationship trouble over summer and am kind of feeling sad again now. This was the first place I thought of talking about it. (Other than with the girl) Ah, the problems of falling for one of your closest friends...



Dear you,

I'm so glad we've been friends this past year. Honestly, as a freshman I never would have thought we'd end up dating. But we did, and I wish it hadn't been so complicated. I know you don't feel the same way about me as I do about you, but thank you so much for ending our relationship earlier rather than later. I really mean it. I value our friendship so much and I'm glad that this hasn't done anything to hurt it. That shows how much of my friend you are.

Honestly, I wish we hadn't broken up. I wish you felt the same way towards me as I did, DO, towards you. You're beautiful, smart, fun to be around. EVERYTHING a guy could ever want, you have it. I'll cherish those few weeks we spent together forever.

It's like a chain, you're going through it. The hint was pretty obvious I think, I'm not sure what to think about how you didn't see it. But really, I trust you fully. I just hope my trust in you isn't misplaced.

We still need to talk about that beach trip you went on. I respect that you want to talk to me in person, because I know that if our roles were reversed, I definitely would be too scared to talk to you in person. Your just saying that to me was amazing. My respect in you has doubled. I don't want this deal to affect our friendship either.

And about that other guy. I know we already talked and you said you don't like him that way, but I'm getting these vibes every once in a while. Like, he'll flirt with you, and you'll flirt back. I don't want to bring this up AGAIN with you because I don't want to come across as totally obsessive or anything. I'm not. Really really.

It's just that the way I feel about you can't just be switched off. I can't stop liking you, just at the drop of a hat. That facebook message was mainly aimed at you originally, but eventually I just wrote so much that applied to so many of my good friends that I felt they had to be included in it.

I can't write in this post the full extent of what I feel. I can't even imagine describing half of it. I just know how I feel.

I'll love you forever, and thank you so much for everything,

-Loo^2

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
ok bob.
omg!!! so i got to see OSC today and hear him talk and wow. i mean really. wow. he is my idol. hes amazing. i want to write now. a book. it was the most amazing thing ever. hes awesome....
AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! wow. im still so freekin excited i cant hardly type.