Dear Everyone,

Dear Mother,

Sometimes, no matter how trivial I am, that you don't love me as much as you love the other two. Am I right in saying this?

You know, I see where you're coming from. The only problem is, we're not on the same wavelength.

You want me to do this, and this, and this.

But I want to do ... that.

Do you understand me? I want to explore the world! Settle down. I want to move to Japan, write a couple of novels, have a couple of cute kids with a man I love and just ... live!

I know, you don't want me to do that. But I'll use the tired phrase; it's my life.

I love you mother.

Dear Father,

I'm sorry. I mean ... I am sorry. I'm sorry I take everything out on you. I know that you cannot drive down to see me often, which I demand quite a lot. I know I ask a lot of you.

I know I was an awkward kid. And I know you had a rough childhood.

I'm really sorry.

But, you made me 'emotionless' in a way. Your lack of ability to show emotion, made me feel the same way.

I still love you father.

Dear best friend,

I don't understand how you can't see how amazing you are. I pale in comparison to you.

You make me laugh when I really need to. You let me cry when I need to (even though you know how much I hate crying) - and you don't bring it up.

You keep everything to yourself, and know when to shut up.

You're gorgeous, thin and yet you still go to the gym. You're crazy, but that's part of your charm.

You light up everyone around you, and make me smile secretly when no one can see. We're polar opposites in a way, but that's what makes our friendship so unique and utterly beautiful.

I love the way you've opened me up. I don't think even you noticed. You've just got this utterly innocent way of making people realise what they have going for them. I love that.

We've been through far too much to give up.

I admire you.

Although, if I was like you; I don't think I could do it.

I love you best friend.

Dear best friend (2)

Where to start? You're too kind! Far too kind for your own good.

You deserve a better friendship than the one I offer. I know I complain far too often, and you listen.

And isn't that, ultimately, the best thing?

I treasure you so much. I can't think what I'd do if you'd turn on me one day.

That would be an awful day.

And I love it, because you have no side to you, you're YOU! It's utterly amazing!

Some things I'll never forget, best friend (2). Some nights I'll never remember. Some nights I don't want to remember!

You've been there, and you know what? I never say thank you enough.

So, thank you, best friend (2).

I love you best friend (2).

Dear friends,

You see, the thing is. I can't do this.

I can't write this because I know that it's ... too ... odd for me.

One, you make me laugh. You tease, and yet you still make me laugh.

Two, you're gorgeous, but you're you.

Three, even though you ramble on, you're amazing.

Four, we skit you, but only because we love you.

Five, you're bloody amazing.

Six, you're new, but you're fun.

Seven, you're so quiet! But I know you really want to let loose.

Eight, sometimes I think 'wow. She's got it bad, but she seems to be fine, I wish I could do that.'

Nine, you're hilarious, and I love that.

Ten, wow man. I don't even know how to describe you.

I love you, friends.

Dear sister(s),

You're both so beautiful. And yet you both cannot see this. It makes me sad to think that we don't always get on, yet I know that when we're older and passed the 'teenage' stage, we'll get on like a house on fire.

Older sister; you know how much you mean to me.

Younger sister; I'm sorry I never show you.

I love you sisters.

Dear teacher,

You were there. You were there for me, and you were there for most people really.

You made me feel special, although my grades didn't exactly agree. It made me smile and gave me hope to think that someone appreciated my hard work.

I'm sorry I smashed up what I earned, and I'm sorry I basically wasted your time.

I'll see you soon.

I love you teacher.

Dear Granda,

I can't explain how much I need to say to you. I'm even crying while I write this. It's ridiculous, isn't it?!

"No," I can hear you say, yet I know that isn't your voice. No, that's what I want to hear. I know you're really saying "Hell yes, toughen up!"

And that makes my watery chuckle increase.

I know you probably think I'm a daft fool for the way I've been acting. And I'm sorry you never got to meet younger sister. It's terrible, cause maybe she would have turned out different if she had you there.

I only learned a couple of months ago that you were a boxer. That surprised me. Why didn't you ever tell me?

When you died, I bet the angels cried.

I love you granda.

Dear myself,

why can't you see what you've got going for you? Instead of dwelling on the past, please just move on with your life!

I know, everything's so messy at the moment, but keep on thinking of your dream.

I'll see you soon.

P.S. it's OK to cry, I do it too sometimes.

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