Letters to No One

Letters to No One

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Dear reader, You have somehow stumbled upon this very meaningful, yet very useless, book of letters. Read a letter directed to your dead beat mother or father, your great mother or father, your ex bestie, your bestie, your boyfriend, your ex boyfriend, your pet, your first crush, your biggest crush, your best guy friend, that one annoying girl, the lesbians that you hate, the gay guys you hate, those cool lesbians or gays. These are letters that describe how you feel (or not) towards that person. Here in this book of letters, you can comment your letter, and if it is good enough, maybe get it published. Release your feelings, no one has a right to judge you here. Express you thoughts, your opinions. If you hate that one person, say it! Scream it! Make it known here on wattpad. As I said, say what you want to about any one you want to. Write these letters. Live these letters.
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Walking into an empty house is normal to me. I guess I got tired of saying 'I'm home' when nobody is home to reply. It wasn't always like this. I remember when our family was close. Now we don't see each other any more. We don't talk to each other. We don't eat with each other. We don't ACKNOWLEDGE each other. This all happened after my 'Mother' killed herself. My father blames me. This is my story about how I learned to not count on anyone else but myself. I'm broken. I'm used. No one can fix me. But when the New Boy in town tries to fix me, everything will change. Good change or Bad change, I don't know. Only time will tell. I want to enter this story in the #Wattys2015 please help me out and vote and comment on my story. I'll really appreciate it!!! #Wattys2015 COPYRIGHTED © 2014 BY Anallely ALL RIGHTS RESERVED ®

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