Dear future me,
Dear future me,
Congratulations! You’ve still got a 100% survival rate. I hope you’re where you want to be in life with people who love you, and I have faith that you are.
-Gabrielle
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Dear future me,
Dear future me,
Congratulations! You’ve still got a 100% survival rate. I hope you’re where you want to be in life with people who love you, and I have faith that you are.
-Gabrielle
Dear ex best friend,
Dear ex best friend,
Honestly, when all is said and done, I’m really happy you’re not in my life anymore. Our friendship was nothing but toxic for me, and cutting you out of my life let me heal and become a better person. I’d thank you but I don’t really want to send any positive vibes your way because that “drunk” apology you messaged me took you from 0 to -10000 on the list of people I’m willing to forgive. Have fun staying far, far away from me!
-Gabrielle
Dear past me
Dear past me,
Your pain ends. You heal. You grow flowers and muscles and you are happy. She was not worth it. Many of them were not, but you have found those who are. You actually don’t hate working out now. Your future is bright. You can function. You love yourself. Seven years is a long time, but when it’s done, you kill your demons and you save yourself.
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Dear Morgan
Dear Morgan,
Is it true what they say? That your half brother Ramsay Snow has taken over and ransacked Winterfell, leading an possibility of the Stark boys being alive to an end?
I thought Theon Greyjoy’s men were bad, and yet.. Ramsay near destroyed Winterfell. The news has devastated Sansa Stark.
I am not supposed to send this letter, but I have also heard that you’re father wishes to marry you to a Southron lord? I overheard my grandfather speaking of it. Except my grandfather mentioned Gregor Clegane.. I pray for your sake that the marriage does not come to pass.
I heard it is getting colder in the North.. is that so? They say Summer has come to an end and Winter is to take over. I am not sure how I feel about that, but I do know that this war will only get worse if it is allowed to continue.
I pray nobody intercepts this message. I am going to join Robb Stark. I have began to believe that the rumours that my siblings are bastards are true.. Curse Stannis, that throne would be mine. I am Robert’s true born child regardless of my sex, damn them all if they don’t crown me because of it.
I have not told a soul of my plan, just rallied Baratheon loyal men to escort me in secret. I hope you are safe, and shall see you in the forces of Robb Stark rather than your father’s traitorous ones.
Please stay safe in these times.
Signed, Graycie
Dear Santa xD
Dear Santa,
The year is 2005.
A six year-old girl attacks the presents underneath her Christmas tree. Her parents take pictures as she unwraps the gifts from her family first, saving her present from Santa for last. Ordinarily she would go after Santa’s present first but this year.. this year is special.
This year she asked Santa for Littlest Pet Shop toys. But not just any Littlest Pet Shop, oh no; this year she wanted the little house with with the shower and doggy door. She spent all year begging her parents for it, taking their ominous “Be good and we’ll see” answers as a sign that you would get it for her. It was all she ever wanted from this life.
She gets pajamas from her grandparents. She gets a book from her favorite aunt. Closer and closer she gets to opening your present, trembling with excitement as her hands first encounter the wrapping. She begins tearing at the wrapping.
But is it the Littlest Pet Shop house?! Is it the Littlest Pet Shop house?!
NO. IT WAS A MOTHERFUCKNG BARBIE DOLL.
And on that faithful winter morning, that six year-old girl knew horror and sadness unlike any other she had ever experienced.
That little girl.. was me.
WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME, SANTA?! DID YOU LIKE MIX UP MY PRESENT WITH SOMEONE OTHER AVALON THOMPSON OR
WHY, SANTA
WHY