Say something you wish you could say to their face.

[Nightblood.]

I got scared so I lied.
I can't breathe and I don't know what else to do.

[Storyteller.]

Can you just... not.

[Kate*]

If you would please communicate that would be awesome. I'm not even expecting to get a hearing, but I'm hoping against hope that I can have one more chance.

[Nightblood.]

I made a mistake. You even said I would make them. Why are you being so harsh?

[bitesize]

Where are you? Are you okay? :/

[rosepetal]

I'm so tired of this, why

[Kate*]

COMMUNICATION why is that so hard for you people?!?! and if I lose my right to a hearing or don't get written notice because you send it to the wrong place AGAIN...! This is getting ridiculous!

- Whoever is really to blame here, the truth always has a way of coming out. I suspect that there is serious bias and/or discrimination going on here,(which I am then blamed for?!) Except for that, I have been screwed over, I do believe in Karma, and there will be consequences

[bitesize]

It's a little weird that you haven't spoken to me in over three days... I'm not bitter, I just think it's odd. Is everything okay?

[CasualGirl]

We clash, we both know it. It's not fair. You stress me out and make me feel worthless. You know I tried to get away but your claws were already too deep. I don't want to be you or even like you. I don't want to be around you but it's too late, everyone else has gone. You've only got me, and you'll never let me go.

[bitesize]

I don't get it... why are you not talking to me... it's just a little weird after three weeks of almost daily contact, even when it was just a text here or there. You haven't been on whatsapp since Saturday. Are you expecting to turn it on and have a bunch of messages from me...? Because there aren't any, I don't work that way... and you liked a really random, irrelevant comment of mine this evening but still no word from you to me. Are you okay? Did I do something to annoy you? Did you meet someone else? I'm not upset, just really confused...

[Nightblood.]

Apparently I changed the people but not the situation.
Fuck you.

[bitesize]

I miss living in the same city as you, so much it hurts.

Those hazy hot Chicago days when I had people around all the time and wore flip-flops walking home at night from work and I would leave and hop on a train down to your house at midnight and we would smoke weed and lie in bed and say beautiful things to each other and wake up in the blazing sunshine again and I'd wonder how it was possible to fall for someone this fast...those days were the happiest days of my life.

[Twinge]

I know you aren't okay.

[Kate*]

I could've spent time and energy telling you the truth, but it was immediately clear that NO explanation was going to be good enough for you, true or not. Now I have to hope I get a chance to tell them and that they listen and reverse this.

I will take responsibility for everything that is my doing, but I will not take it for the parts of this that are other people's fault. I will apologize for my mistakes, but I will not justify the fact that I made them. It's part of learning and you don't make anyone else justify making mistakes, you tell them that you expect it.

I know I'm not the first student you have screwed over, but I will be the first one to make you answer for it.

[bitesize]

You know what, and I don't feel bad writing this because I'm a tiny bit drunk (off almost nothing) but sometimes I feel like I put so much into helping you and there's nothing back. I care about you so, so much. I know we're far away from each other but I do. I really do. And when you're feeling bad I want to help you, because you mean a lot to me, even when I've said all that stuff about not wanting to be someone's girlfriend and not wanting to have to worry about someone and deal with their problems. I don't think about it wih you because I care about you.

But I feel like it's not a two-way system. Honestly. Honestly? Completely honestly? If I was feeling bad, I wouldn't feel like I could come to you. Like I could call you. Like you'd lift me out of my anxiety and make me feel better. You'd probably take a day to reply to my message and then tell me that you missed me and that you love me and that I've changed your life, but not address the issue at hand.

The only person I'd ever really feel like asking for help with feeling bad would be him... and I gave up that privilege when I gave up my relationship with him, back in February.

I care about you a lot. I kind of love you. I sort of do. Not as much as I did him; not in the best-friend, alwaysthereforme, alwaysalways-made-me-feel-better way that I loved him and he loved me, but in a passionate I-barely-know-you-but-I'm-mad-about you kind of way. I don't like to hear that you're feeling bad. But I will put myself out there, without thinking twice, to try and make you feel better. I will say anything, I will call you, I will stay online at 2am.

But even though you say you love me, that you adore me, that you can't imagine life without me... I don't know if you'd do the same for me.

[bitesize]

Fuck, fuck, I miss you. And whatever about him, I know I told him I loved him, but no one is ever ever going to be like you were to me. Ever. I saw you in a photo earlier and it tugged at my heart and I've missed you so much lately it's like a little pain, every day, in me. I know I don't want to be in a relationship, don't want to be monogamous with anybody but God, you were the other half of me for four years and I never knew how much it could hurt so long later.

[Thereishope]

I wish you cared...

[bitesize]

Are you my supervisor?

No. You're my equal.

So stop being such a condescending fucking up-yourself bitch.

Don't trivialize my pain. It is real.

[Writer]

You invite me to go to town with you guys. Then you don't wake me up? I laid there all morning waiting for you to come in and wake me up, just to see if you would, and you never did, even when Moriah reminded you that I'd wanted to go the day before. It's clear you'd rather not deal with me.

See if I care!

I want your glitter outfit!

I am dreading working with you today. It is 12:47, I see you in thirteen minutes. I'll leave at 1:00, so I get there by 1:03. That way, it's just 57 minutes with you. Oh, AND DON'T TOUCH MY GODDAMN FUCKING PHONE TODAY OR I WILL SLAP YOU.

[Rivière]

I understand what you're trying to explain, but you're not understanding what I'm trying to explain. You're only seeing this from a personal perspective and not from that of an average person. Just because you're ok with something doesn't mean everyone else is.

[Kate*]

I'm sorry, I screwed up and I'm sorry and based on what you thought you were seeing, I don't blame you. However, you did not handle this correctly or professionally and you don't have the whole story. Someone besides me needs to be held accountable for that.

Heyyoho... you have three different baby daddies?

I don't got one baby daddy and you have three?!

- I really do want us to be friends. Tomorrow is my last ditch effort at that. I hope you reach back out to me.

- I'm torn between being frustrated with you and wanting you so much

[bitesize]

-I can't help feeling resentful towards you for this whole roster situation, even though maybe it's not your fault. I'm just irritated in general.

-How can you say you 'love' me when you don't speak to me for days on end, don't let me know anything that's happening in your life, don't ask about mine? I'm all for making allowances for specific things but I'm losing interest this time.... not even bothered replying to that whatsapp because I just can't see the genuinity in it. There's not a lot I can do from so far away but at least I make an effort.

[Chai.]

Grow up! You are starting to get on my nerves.

[Forging Galaxies]

I wish you knew...
But I had to lie, I didn't want you exhausted and filled with emotions...

[Twinge]

Oh damn, not again.
You missed just another moment of passion.
This had to happen.

[Doodle.]

You're 23, grow up.

^ Pretty much what I want to say.

(How often does that even happen? )

[Nightblood.]

I feel like I'm just some ego boost to make you feel better about yourself until you toss me aside.

I told you so much, I trusted you so much. And it means nothing.

[Complete Love.]

Hi. I know you're going to ask whats going on ... "sigh" ... I lied to you. I'm not , what you think I am. I just said it because I wanted to make you happy. And maybe someone would be proud of me. I hate feeling like a failure all the time. I feel like no one understands. I understand survival is the number one focus right now. "getting better" but theres something wrong. I'm in so much pain... i'm dying. I'm sorry.

[Nightblood.]

I can't bring myself to throw them out.

[aurelientea]

You're attractive. And please break up with your girlfriend. She makes you sad.

Maybe some day you will want to be back in my life, but for now that just doesn't seem to be the case. Merry Christmas. I hope this new year brings you everything you hope for.

[Nightblood.]

You can only hide behind jokes for so long.
Eventually everyone will see you for what you are.

[Kate*]

I'll admit that I screwed up and that I probably blew this. The neurological stuff and learning differences are NOT my fault and I don't appreciate being blamed for them. I know I don't deserve another chance, but I'm praying for one. I can't shake the feeling that I'm going back and that he's going to somehow save me again even though it's impossible. I wanted him as a supervisor for a reason: He's one of the few of you who can give me the necessary feedback without making me want to kill myself and without treating me like an idiot, blaming me or treating me like crap. I would LOVE the opportunity to have that happen, but I know it probably won't.

[jennifer]

you may be my mother, but i can tell just how much you hate me. i dont know why. you are extremely rude to me and make me feel depressed. then when i start to do something you flip your shit. i have been depressed since before october bu that was the first time i cut. ive been cutting since then. you give me back handed compliments and call me fat and talk about how i need to lose weight and then you treat me like im the bitch when im trying to talk to you like a normal person youi just huff and make me feel unimportant. i hate you so much. you treat me like shit and all i try to do is something right. i cant do anything right. you cant even notice that im depressed or even acting different. i dont want you to squish me with "love" but i want you to take some notice in my life. so thanks for nothing.

[bitesize]

It's weird and a bit sad how much my feelings have changed in the last few weeks, although realistically I always knew they could. How do you expect me to just stay the same and feel the way you want me to feel without you putting in any effort? You can't just not talk to me and expect me to still feel like it's worth spending all my minutes thinking about you. Really. Inevitably, I have hooked up with someone else and am considering dating other people, and am thinking about you less, and I know that that's not your FAULT and being very far away doesn't help, but not contacting me for a week and then sending one or two messages that don't really clarify anything is hardly behaviour that's going to keep any kind of flame lit.

'I think you should come back,' well I'll think so too when I have any kind of fucking reason other than I'd be guaranteed the ride.