
Babe, I am not in love with you.
Dylan, I wish I could tell you that I secretly love you.
Your love will be the death of me.
I will never regret loving you, no matter what happens.
Dear Julia, I miss you more than you will ever know, I just hope I can make it another year with you fighting without me… come home soon.

Dad, You say you want me to go to college. Yet, I don’t want to go. I want to join the military and be successful there. What I don’t understand is the fact you were in for several years and didn’t die. This is what I want to do. You should support me in my life decisions regardless, if I make mistakes, I make them. Another thing, money. Why is up to you to decide that you get all my check. You never see my brother. If you tried to shower him you would probably have a heart attack. Just curious as to why you are the way you.

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

I understand you are 70 plus years old. I understand that you’ve seen a lot in your years. I even understand that you have very strong opinions, and that you are quite unwilling to change them.
But what I don’t understand is how after 20 years of being a huge influence in your family, you can walk away from them. You stop coming to the great-grandkid’s birthday parties, you stop coming to holiday dinners. You basically cut yourself off from everyone.
And why? Because you don’t agree with someone’s lifestyle. One person out of 15, and you just cut us all out?
Just because that one person isn’t going to get married and have kids like you always imagined. Because they fell in love with someone who you don’t approve of?
She is happy. She is being true to herself. Instead of trying to please everyone else, she’s doing what’s right for herself. I hate to tell you, but even though you call her “sinful,” she’s doing better than the rest of us.
She’s been through graduate school, she’s not the one struggling to make ends meet, working god-awful hours at a miserable job. She’s not the one who’s battled depression on and off for years. She was the “perfect one” growing up, not the one cutting herself, throwing up after meals, sneaking out at night.
But your little definition of perfection has been shattered now. And you just can’t accept that.
I think you may be the one who needs to grow up.
Your Granddaughter

You treat your family like slaves. All we are to you is a source of income. Any compassion or generosity you appear to show is only to gain leverage against someone. You use our hard earned money to treat yourself to meals and drinks at the country club with our money while we have to get food from charities. You scream at us for things you have imagined. If I believed in absolute evil you would be it. I hope someday you get what you deserve, Sic Semper Tyrannis.
photo from Project Gutenburg

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