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.
Dear Rachel,
Your party was fun. I mean that sincerely. I’m glad I was there for the most part.
(PS: Thanks especially for making out with Liam, Ethan, and Cassie in front of us all. That didn’t make ANYONE feel awkward or anything…)
Love Always,
i.am.what.i.am
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Dear S,
It was so great having lunch with you today. I still wonder why you came with me after having decided originally to not go. I can’t forget how our eyes locked for such a brief moment and I told you how nice your eyes looked in the light. The more I get to know you, the more I cannot stop thinking about you. I hate the weekends because I know I won’t see you till Monday., I also hate the fact that we did not get to walk to our cars together. I would have liked t know what you were doing over the weekend.
I hate the situation we’re in and the fact that I’m developing these strong feeling for you without you even knowing. I wish I could stroke your face and tell you how handsome you are. You will never understand my frustration. I only hope that we can continue being, at least, good friends. I can’t help but being near you and I hope you will allow me to do so. I never planned for this to happen and although we are both married, I can’t help but imagine!!! Please don’t stop looking my way….ever!!!!
-Love,
your crossword girl…-a
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Adam, I guess you thought you pulled the wool over everyone’s eyes,huh? You are so smart and sneaky? I loathe you now that I can sit back and see the situation clearly. You used me for your gratification and thought I was just some whore on the side.
We all hung out together in the same group. We went everywhere and you got off on touching me and teasing me only feet away from your fiance, now wife. I was a lonely girl, on my own for the first time and I was looking for love. I wasn’t in love with you or even infatuated. I enjoyed the attention. Playing with fire I guess. It started oh so innocently. A little playing and flirting. Eventually it wasn’t enough for you.
You wanted more so you came to see me at my parents house while they were away and I was home alone. You came to see me in the shower which led to the bed and then I STOPPED IT. Not you- the one who was engaged. I was the single one with no attachments. How could you look her in the face? You came to see me at my apartment too and we were supposed to meet up with your fiance to go to the racetrack but she was convieniently (for you) late and you kissed me right up until she came in the door. I was mortified and felt horrible but you planned the whole thing and thought it was very funny. I really thought you wanted me to hang out. I was naive back then. I could’ve said no and I never let it get to actual sex…I always stopped it before then. I felt like such a scumbag. I wasn’t friends with her by any means, aquaintainces really but she was even more naive then me. She trusted you. She was like an lovable puppy, sweet and naive but oh so dumb. You preyed on that. Shame on me back then and shame on you for doing it to her.
The worst part was when you came over to my apartment, uninvited and wanted to give me a birthday gift. I couldn’t imagine what it was but it was something I turned away. You said you wanted to give me oral sex for my birthday. I pushed you away and sent you home. This was less than 2 weeks from your wedding to her!!! I couldn’t tell her because chances are she would have not believed me anyway and your character is so low you probably would have denied it too. I would have been hung out to dry all my myself..looking like a slut when you were the one coming after me time and time again.
I went to your wedding and it was so fancy and everyone was so happy but me. I was secretly a bit jealous but I couldn’t understand why you would say those vows when you had no intention of keeping them. How could you look her in the eyes-on her wedding day. I felt horrible. You came up to me and hugged and kissed me on the cheek and thanked me for coming. I felt so cheap.
That is when I finally cut all ties with all of you. I lost a whole group of friends, including my cousin for these secrets. Now you and your wife have a baby girl and sometimes I wonder if we ever really had sex would I have a child from you too? I count my blessings that I didn’t have sex with you and that didn’t happen but I wonder. Your wife, the stupid and sweet puppy dog im’d me on facebook and we chatted and she said I would make a great mom someday. You emailed me on facebook and wanted to know where I lived since I moved. My only guess is that you wanted to come over to hookup since I can clearly see you for the pig that you are now. I deleted you both off facebook since telling her now would just hurt her even more and keeping contact with you is a bad idea. I am in a great relationship now and he knows all about you and the dog you are. My guy now would love to hurt you for being such a dog and treating me like some hooker. I wonder how many other women you were with behind her back. I feel sorry for her and for myself because I was duped too into thinking we might have something but to you it was just fun and you didn’t care whose heart was involved. When your little girl grows up I don’t think you want men treating her the way you treated me and her mom but ya never know cuz karma is going to get you one way or another. I just hoped your little girl is spared. I guess for your wife ignorance is bliss but for me it was a lesson learned. I will never let you or any other man use me and see me as a piece of meat and not the amazing woman I have come to be. Live with yourself because I have and I am happy with me now. I have atoned for my past sins but someone like you may never change since you’re so far gone you don’t have a conscience anymore.
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You got together with him six months ago (because, may I add, you were bored) and you’ve been making the people around you utterly miserable ever since.
Do you even realize how fucking annoying you two are?! Look, you even have me SWEARING and I never do that!
All our friends hate you as a couple. I’m not exaggerating. We never see one of you without the other. You make out in public, you are always attached at the hip, and my God, he licks your face. HE LICKS YOUR FACE. There is something wrong with that picture.
You scare me when you talk about marrying him. First of all, you’re fifteen. Next, he’s your first boyfriend and you’re his first girlfriend. Ever heard of puppy love? Thirdly, and mots importantly, he’s not good for you. In fact, he’s really bad for you.
You used to be my friend and now I can never talk to you or hang out with you without HIM getting nosy or jealous or paranoid! You honestly aren’t good for each other. What do you see in him? He’s overprotective, rude, stupid, and mean!
He’s hurting you and your family. He’s stressing out your parents; he’s making you cry. He’s so insecure and he has to make you even more insecure to make you stay with him.
I just wish you two would break up. You don’t see it, but you’d honestly be so much happier without him. You wouldn’t hit him or cry over a fight with him or buy a new dress to make him happy or let him lick your face or be bipolar or jealous or angry or rude or any of those things that make it hell to be your friend now.
Yeah. Right now, it’s hell to be your friend.
When you’re with him, you’re codependent, dysfunctional, bipolar, and just plain irritating. I can’t STAND being around you when you’re with him.
Pretty soon I won’t be able to stand being around you at all.
I’m sorry to have to say it, but that’s the way it is.
I hate your boyfriend.
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You have no idea what I’m thinking right now. But I guess that’s my fault for not telling you. We’ve been best friends for five years now, and I should be able to tell you anything. But I can’t. Because I’m afraid it’ll tip that unstable balance our friendship has become.
I try not to upset you, because these days you’re easily upset. I’m the constant in your life; unchanging. You can depend on me. You can trust me. And I’m SICK of it.
We’re so different. You like sports, coffee, and hats, I like books, smoothies, and jeans. You swear. I don’t. I’ve liked maybe three boys in my lifetime. You change crushes like you change clothes. But not this time.
This time, we both like the same guy (At least I think we do, but you don’t trust me enough to TELL me. I can read you like a book, though. So don’t think it’s not obvious). We like the same guy, and you’re a huge flirt, and I’m the shy one, and our roles are set, and it’s just a huge mess.
I’m tired of being your doormat. I’m tired of giving everything up so you’ll be happy. I usually let you walk all over me. But not anymore.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m not going to start a fight over some stupid boy. But I’m not giving up before I’ve even tried. It’s just a shame you don’t know that I’ve decided to stand up for myself.
You know… we really need to talk.
But since we don’t anymore, I’ll send this letter out to the world, and hope that maybe someday you’ll see it.
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Last night, I learned why I shouldn’t mix energy drinks and alcohol. Not only does it taste nasty, but it gets you drunk way faster then a bottle of Sake could.
I was drinking with my 2 friends, and at 1 point, I went into the other room so that I could let them talk. I heard the woman start to cry, and I got sad myself; apparently, I follow the emotions of others when I drink. But then I heard the man, her boyfriend, start to comfort her, and I started to feel worse. They had each other, and I was just sitting there, crying, by myself.
The woman calmed down and walked over to where I was, and seeing that I was crying, asked what’s wrong. When the man walked in, he also asked what was wrong.
Don’t know why, but you came to mind, Jaimie.
I remembered back to the ice skating trip where you went up to me and told me that you were going to ask Kris out. Back then, I was proud of you. I told you to go for it. But last night, I told the couple “he treated me like just a friend, even asking me if he should go for another girl.” I didn’t know why I was so upset about it.
I thought about it a little more when I sobered up, and even more when I woke up this morning, free of hangover (love the Irish in me). Yes, you are a friend of mine, but I think that friendship might be deeper in my heart, and it didn’t get a chance to come out until I decided to be an idiot and mix that energy drink with alcohol.
So, maybe this is a love letter, maybe this is a fumbling of a letter about a crush I might or might not have on you. I’m probably gonna end up going back to school, completely normal around you and the rest of the group. I don’t know if I’ll get the butterflies, though. I have to wait until I get back to school to find out. If I do get the butterflies, though, maybe you’ll be my Luigi, and I can be your Daisy.
I guess I’ll see you in school.
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