Why Writing a 'Unsent Letter' Can Help You When you write a unsent letter you are able to say what you feel, without holding anything back. No worries of hurt feelings, getting fired, being rejected, etc. Getting these emotions off your chest anonymously helps with stress relief, depression, guilt, and more.

Michael, slut man whore skank..

Michael, slut man whore skank..

You have an ego the size of Texas. I can’t believe you think you’ll walk out on my friendship again and again. Then be welcomed back. You are ridiculous.  Now when I say I hate you which I obviously don’t mean. You think it implies I like you. Wrong. I’m sorry but no. You broke my heart by ripping away your friendship.

Please. I cry and shake and have nightmares. I am so eager to see you honestly. I want to be friends and I want to hurt you because you honestly have no, no idea in the world how I was hurt. As for my first kiss. It was honestly terrible. For being the slut man whore skank you are, you were still a terrible kisser. You are rude. Ignorant. Hurtful. Shallow. Sexist. Sexual. Disgusting. And amazing.

You are a smooth talking flirt who lies to get girls. I heard you cheated on her. I love how everyone knows it is true. An how that could have been me. Also the fact you said you would be there for me no matter what. No matter what happened between us. The fact that I did not want a relationship with you when we first decided was ok. Then when you caught another boy, were my best friend you walked away because you acted like I was just using you.

What could you offer?? That he couldn’t?! Love I had his. A relationship I didn’t want? My tears? A broken heart? Congrats. Gee thanks. Really. And movies lie. That the girl is string after being walked over and heart broken. I feel bad all the time. And I can’t get over it. It’s fanfuckingtastic. I hate-love-dismiss-want-cant-stand you.

I’m sorry I kissed you and didn’t follow through on a relationship. My bad. But it was forced on me and I didn’t say no. I’m also sorry you lied. Lied about having sex. You lied again and again and when you told the truth you call me beautiful. And call me alyssa. Thats not my name michael. It is not my name. Gee thanks. ~Molly

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