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.

Dearest Neighbor

Dearest Neighbor

You are trash. Straight from the ghetto, sucking off the system trash. Before you came it was quiet and peaceful now when I am having dinner with my husband I have to hear you and your baby daddy scream obscenities at each other. Do you think the whole damn neighborhood wants to hear your sad and petty fights? You’re a disgrace to all humans. No one wants to hear who cheated on who and how he’s a worthless piece of shit and how you are a cheap whore. Let’s face it -we already know all that. Your baby daddy is a drug dealer on his crotch rocket who thinks he is a bad-ass. He needs to be behind bars and you need to get your kids taken away from you.

Your baby cries 24-7, I mean do you even give a shit?! The poor thing. If you can gather up enough brain cells to spread your legs, one would think you could use a condom or the pill and not have more kids you can’t take care of. Do you want to just perpetuate the same life your coke whore of a mother gave to you? Really? Your other dirty children run and stomp over my head and day and wake me up in the morning banging on the floor. Yet, you don’t even stop to think that someone is underneath you-maybe sleeping or enjoying a day off. You’re a bitch. You have no respect for yourself so you have no respect for anyone else. I wish I had enough proof to call Child Services on your trifling ass. I hear it’s not the first time someone has.

I know the score and you can pretend your nice and go to church on Sunday but the rest of the week you are gutter trash- so save it for a sucker. Your own ignorance will catch up with you and take you down, tramp. Bitches like you are a dime a dozen. Maybe you can try being different and rising above your circumstances and being a real woman not a pathetic excuse for one. When your car is blocking the driveway I sit there and patiently wait for your skanky ass to move it. Hell, I even waved and smiled as a thank you and your classless ass has a scowl on it’s face. I introduce myself and say “Nice to meet you.” because I have manners and am a nice person. It’s wasted on a swine like you. Well, it didn’t take long to learn your character. Karma is a bigger bitch that I will ever be and it will snatch your ass up one of these days and I will sit back and enjoy the show.

On 07-12-2010                                                                1 comment so far
Broken a Million Times Over

Broken a Million Times Over

H,

So many things I want to say, but how? Why did you do this to me, again? Was I not enough, strong enough? What did I do to deserve this from you?

When I entered this relationship, I brought with it my whole heart, and when you exited this relationship you tore it apart. Now I am left sitting here once again trying to piece my life back together. Building another wall ten times stronger for the next man who will try and enter my world again. When I walked out that door, I walked out of a home that I had built inside me, a place where I felt I belonged no matter what happened in this world. Now I am left feeling like a stranger in a big world I don’t belong in. I thought you were strong enough for me, but it turns out I was stronger then you. I would never do this to someone, no matter how I felt. Looking back there were days or weeks that we felt we weren’t right for each other, but I did not think about finding those missing pieces in someone else, because no matter how many fights there were or hurt I knew that you were it, you just had to get there yourself. When I am with someone and say that I love them I mean it. Obviously you don’t. You say you are sorry and regret everything you have done, that you will be the man I want…..bullshit…..you are still doing it all the same. Once a cheater, always a cheater. I guess I should have listened to that line 8 years ago. I just want to know that I am loved by someone. BUT not you, never again because love doesn’t do that to someone who gave up their whole world for you. Love is kind and giving whole heartedly, not cheating and lying. You should have realized what you had a long time ago, not by cheating on me twice.

I need peace from this, but the thing is I don’t know how to find it. It has been 2 months and 24 days since that day and I want to move on. I need to move on. You already have, but I am finding it hard to throw it all away as fast and easily as you have.

I need to find happiness and I need to find love again, but with someone other then you. Someone who won’t peel me away like dead skin, someone who knows how to love. Someone who CAN love and love JUST me. Someone who can be strong enough for me as I am for them. Someone who wants to commit to a true relationship because it is so very hard to find that in our world today.

So, H thank you for letting me down, just as the man before you has. Thank you for hurting me again and thinking it would all work out. Thank you for showing me again how much men are jerks and take me for granted, because hey its not like I deserve something good for a change. Thank you for showing me your support while I was away, by making sure you fulfilled yourself first. Again, thank you for thinking of my feelings.

Love Always

N

On 07-12-2010                                                                leave a comment
Ignorant Troll

Ignorant Troll

I love how when you want to complain you just call it venting but when I want to complain it’s called bitching and moaning. So I am not allowed to be angry but you are? It’s cute how you feel the need to defend people when somehow you feel you know their scumbag character better than I do. I know the asshole,slumlord,cheapskate dickhead. You are just an uneducated troll that married an ugly ass ogre so he could cheat on your buck-toothed looking ass and you can have your inbred fugly spawn together.

Get one this straight-I might be married to someone in your family but we are not family. You don’t know me and I don’t give a shit about your loyalties. Apparently you are allowed to complain about your pathetic existence but when I say the slightest thing you need to jump in and act like you have something to teach me. The experiences I’ve been through in life would make your beaver looking head spin. Mommy & Daddy didn’t coddle me all through my life and kiss my ass. The more you talk the more I realize how damn stupid you are. I know landlord tenant laws like the back of my hand. Why? Because I’ve lived on my own in several places and dealt with more bullshit than you can handle. So next time you want to open your Bucky beaver trap think again- You are a mental midget and will just make an ass of yourself. Don’t come knocking on our door for anything because I will give you the exact amount of sympathy you gave me-zero.

On 07-07-2010                                                                leave a comment
To The State Officials of West Virgina

To The State Officials of West Virgina

I want to tell you how you have damaged the children of our great state by your lies, deceits, secrets and lack of caring to protect the children of tomorrow with the power that you hold as our state officials. If you are on state payroll, this will apply to you. You sit up in the Capital of our beautiful state and act if nothing is wrong in our state. You smile in your Dept of Health and Human Services job title. You act as if nothing matters beyond the time clock from your work and to your family.

The truth is, there are many citizens who suffer because of the system and laws that you create and implement. The dependency that you create for individuals hooked up on checks are for your benefit too. People and stats become your job security! The more individuals you have on the federal and state programs, the longer your career will last. Stop this nonsense and give back to our citizens with tools to help them and not continue them on in this dependant government that you have created.

I have plenty of voice that will be revealed in due time of my status in this state. I was a child of Incest that this state did nothing to protect. My biological father was my abuser. The state allowed this man back into our home and then put him to work for our welfare check into our public school system as a janitor which could have subjected many children to future abuse from this man.

I commend Judge Stephens of McDowell County for standing up and putting my dad in prison for 5 years as the felon label that he deserved. However, it did not spare my family from ritual, mental and physical from this man from 1984-1992; when he became sentenced.I will spend a lifetime in recovery scraping away the elements of PTSD because of the trauma that you created too by not protecting us children!

When my dad first molested my younger and sister and me; we really believed the adults that he would OK and that we would be OK. It was not until he molested me again that I knew that pedophiles can never change.

My free book will available August 1. I do not wish to disclose my name at this moment for fear of repercussions before it becomes public. However, I would like our state to know that because of their poor judgment and their personal selfish reasons; our children do get left behind in society and the adults that they become…because of this abuse; they will get left behind too.

I did graduate high school and am working on my college degree now. But this nonsense has to stop.

So wake up West Virginia. The reasons we are labeled as Incestuous, Domestic Violence, Rednecks, Hillbillies and ignorant asses is because our state fails to acknowledge the truth of the people who do live here and offering real help of rehabilitation and education to the needs of these generational diseases.

This is a beautiful state full of common sense and morals of living when you scrap off all of the lies. We have had many individuals who have risen above the silence in our state but there is still more work to be done to help ALL of our citizens. Get out and talk to our people, travel in the hollers and the valleys and you will see for yourself.

I am woman enough to admit the failures of my own life and working through what ever comes my way to protect myself and my daughter. I do hope that you are smart enough with your education to wake up and realize that substance abuse, dependency on government and state programs and abuse occurs not just in families like mine; but in the very system that we elect you to protect us and our children too.

I believe in our state and even though, they have wronged my mother, father, sister, brother and me; I have hope that one day…I will be one of these educated individuals who will be able to stand on the Capital steps speaking the truth and making a difference to the lives that still suffer every day here.I have hope in the humanity of those in this world that showed me the way of truth. I will pay this forward and give it back to a state whose natural beauty is breathless and one day, our accomplishments and contributions will leave the rest of the world speechless in our accomplishments. It is my desire to make that happen one day!!! Watch out West Virginia…here I come:)

On 07-07-2010                                                                leave a comment
Dear S,

Dear S,

It was more than a pleasure to meet you. Mom has been telling me stories about you and M for over a year now, and I did not know what to think. You always seemed to be getting into some sort of misadventure that I could barely believe happened. However, Mom always spoke so highly of you, calling you and M her adopted sons, so I knew I had to meet you.

I spent one week out west visiting Mom, and even after we had seen all the sights I had planned, I still wasn’t satisfied with my trip. Mom asked me what else I wanted to do and I said, “I have to meet M and S.” Unfortunately, you were both busy working and I thought I’d never meet you. But, on Sunday morning M phoned to say you guys may drop down, but we ended up at your place instead.

Now imagine my surprise when we walk in the door and I see you – tall, gorgeous and shirtless. But, my shyness kicked in right away and all I could manage was a smile and wave. But, after a few drinks and some chatting, I was perfectly at ease. When it came time to leave I told Mom I didn’t want to, and you and M said I was more than welcome to stay.

We spent a lovely night chatting, having a few drinks, watching movies and “rocking out” as you put it. I was attracted to you – I still am. But at the time, I was in a relationship (that is ending) and I could never cheat on someone. You were so kind, such a gentleman – treating me the opposite of every other woman you’ve been with. You listened to me, respected me and made me laugh.

Now I’m 4000km away and I miss you more than words can explain. Even though nothing happened between us, I truly feel there is a connection. I mean, if I could feel it that night, I’m sure you could too. At one point I turned to look at you and it was all I could do not to kiss you.

I don’t know what to do. We chat occasionally, but how can I tell you how I feel? We spent less than 24 hours together.

I wish I could get to know you better, S. I hope you think of me and wonder what things could have been like if we lived closer together. I admire you – I don’t care that you spell things wrong and don’t have a fancy education. You work hard, you obviously love and care for your family, and you are kind. You are the type of man I want to be with, and any woman would be more than lucky to have you.

Hope to hear from you someday soon.

-M

On 06-13-2010                                                                2 comments

Goodbye K

K,
I planned to be over this by now; I’ve always been told that I’m too demanding of myself. Yet, I didn’t know how I would feel if you contacted me again. The thought never crossed my mind. And then it happened. All the feelings that I told myself were almost gone, I found, had never left. When we spoke, it was as if the five months hadn’t passed. I could always talk to you so easily, even before we became romantically involved. Just hearing your voice triggered a wave of emotions that I had kept bottled up. I had learned to shut my feelings behind “iron doors” (a suggestion from one of my roommates). Just hearing you laugh at me fiddling with my phone, I could tell it was because you thought it was endearing. I remembered your facial expressions, the tone of your voice in different situations; I surprised myself when I said no.

I couldn’t see you; I was too scared. The minute you texted me, all of the old fear came back. I could barely sleep or eat. I worried all the next morning what I would do depending on your motives for contacting me. I considered what I would say if you asked to try again. At first I wrote that off completely, but then I realized that I was willing to give you another chance. That sounds so stupid after all that happened. I’d given you so many chances; I was there for you even while you were hurting me. At that moment, I realized that I really did love you, that I had experienced true love for the first time in my life. During graduation I got this feeling that even though my parents would go ballistic and our friends would both think we were stupid/insane, I wanted to try again. But this wasn’t what you wanted. You still weren’t ready for me. Although I understand and accept your decision, that is why I said no, because I wanted more. (more…)

On 06-09-2010                                                                2 comments
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