#dear ex ask

[dear-ex-person]

Dear Ex Trusted one: fuck you.

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[dear-ex-person]

Dear ex-person blog

Thank you for letting us vent.

Thank you for making this for so many people.

Thank you for letting us pour ink out of our veins rather than blood. Thank you for letting us be here.

this is really really really sweet and im trying not to get emotional /pos

"Thank you for letting us pour ink out of our veins rather than blood" is a damn beautiful line

(i promise im working on getting through the asks. the reason it takes me so long is because of life and the fact that i enjoy reading them all thoroughly and giving them the attention they deserve rather than just posting them all after a brief skim)

[dear-ex-person]

Dear ex-friend

I remember never having that many friends in second grade because I was scared of initiating conversations and preferred to draw rather than speak

I remember how you watched me draw fairies on a piece of scrap paper and started drawing fairies with me

We weren't friends for that long, you found other friends and so did I

We drifted apart and I don't think you remember that short time of us being pals and drawing fairies

But I do, and I loved every moment of it. It was so short but it left a big impact on me

We may never be friends again; but I'll still be drawing Fairies just like we used to

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[dear-ex-person]

Dear Ex-Bestfriend

i miss you to the highest degree one could, i think i mightve loved you if youd given me the chance.

i still remember the promise you made me, that you wouldnt leave me. im sorry they made you break it.

gravity is love, and love reqires you to fall. i only wish you had caught me

“i only wish you had caught me”

[dear-ex-person]

Dear Ex Best friend.

I recently got back into one of the medias you quite loved when we were at the start of our friendship. We watched the whole series, remember? We made all sorts of arts for it, made up silly stories, et cetera. You had a favorite character, and that's all you would ask me to draw for you. I never liked him much, but you taught me to love him (even if I teased you a bit for liking him as much as you did).

As things slowly began to turn sour for us, you started to fall away from that series. As you began to hate me, you began to hate that series. When our friendship was on its very last legs, you asked me not to talk about it at all, like it was something taboo. I still don't quite get why, but because you were falling off of it, I did too.

As you began bullying me relentlessly, being petty in all ways, and spreading the nastiest things about me that you knew (I was stupid to trust you with my whole heart and soul), I just... Began to hate the series, and your celebrity crush, and really anything that you had liked at any point as a whole. I was only ever sad about you-- not vengeful, or angry. I guess I put all my anger into that series.

It's been a pretty long while now, I'd say. I've gotten over my grudge for the series, and I think it's quite good again. In fact, I like it a little more now, just because I know you hate it.

And I'd like you to know, that character you hat the giantest crush on? Yeah, he's still in my phone's autofill.

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[dear-ex-person]

Dear Ex-friend,

If I'm being completely honest I don't remember most of our time together, but I do remember that you were a jerk to me and my little brother.

You were the one who came over every day, but when I came over to your house for the third time that week you asked if I was using you for your trampoline.

You tried to make me and my brother think the sun was smaller than the earth, then tried to prove it by saying you dad was an astronaut.

You convinced Liz to pretend to have kissed my crush. (It might've been her idea I don't know)

And then the breaking point.

The reason we aren't friends anymore.

It was small but everything was building up to it,

The watercolor.

You got watercolor all over my closet door and refused to admit you did it for half of the argument, then when you did you were acting like it wasn't a big deal, it probably wasn't in your eyes, but in my eyes it was huge in my eyes.

Even after I made it clear we weren't friends anymore you tried to get Liz to convince me to hang out with you again, and I'm glad it didn't work.

You are probably a nicer person now, i hope you are doing well, but if i could go back in time and change anything it would be to never go to the park that day.

I saw you at the park a last week, that's what started me digging into these thoughts and then a few days ago I saw you riding your bike and then had a meltdown,

I truly hope you are doing well, but I don't want to talk to you ever again

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[dear-ex-person]

Dear ex-employers who thought they could get away with shit,

You couldn't.

Signed,

The Company Gal You Could've Had

P.S: how's that L taste bitch 😎💸🖕

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[dear-ex-person]

Dear ex-friend

We played together, we laughed together, and yet, still the knife found in my back has your name engraved in gold.

I made mistakes, of course I did, but don't pretend you didn't too.

I remember those mistakes you made still fresh in my own head and yet when you traded mine for popularity, destroying all trust you'd had, I had kept yours to myself, still thinking about your words while I lay staring at my ceiling from my bed.

Why you did it I can only guess, how you felt I couldn't care. you hurt me, stabbed me deep and let me bleed after I had offered you my kindness to share.

I hope you're well as I see you pass but honestly I couldn't care.

You made me laugh, you taught me pain, but don't you worry I won't make the mistake of trusting you again.

I have new friends now, ones that care, but you still haunt me, my mouth staying shut for fear that they hang me to dry like you did then, for nothing more than a shred of relevance, for nickels on the dime.

This is my final goodbye, I won't think of you again, thank you for the memories, bad as they may be. Please sleep well knowing that because of you I can't even trust therapy.

"the knife found in my back has your name engraved in gold"