I’m encouraging everyone to post here those letters written but never sent. Whether they be words you wrote for your current crush, for a child lost, for the child you never had, to the child you once were, or the adult you hope to be. Letters written to a boss or friend who left footprints down your spine and a knife in your back, or to a lover who left their fingerprints on your heart and their smile imprinted on your soul.
Consider it therapy! 
If you would like a place to archive these thoughts and memories, please contact me here and I will add you as a contributor to this site. Any abuse of that privilege will result in the immediate withdrawal of that right and the deletion of all of the author’s posts.
Having said that, I’ve no objection to profanities. If one needs to vent about one’s treatment by his or her employer, one needs cartè blanche to truly let fly! Pseudonyms are also perfectly acceptable, after all, you might still need that job tomorrow!
Bigotry will NOT be tolerated. Take it elsewhere (preferably some place entirely bereft of human beings).
I created this blog primarily as an outlet for my unrequited love. (Oh, how incredibly original – a woman with a bleeding heart whining about it in public! 
) Yes, my very own home for Stalkers-R-Us!
The other prompting comes from fox over at Chasing Shadows Again and her post, “To the unborn children I might have had…” a truly beautiful example of the virtually unsayable being said.
Be brave people
A Prayer from A Common Prayer
There are only two feelings. Love and fear.
There are only two languages. Love and fear.
There are only two activities. Love and fear.
There are only two motives, two procedures,
two frameworks, two results. Love and fear.
Love and fear.
Hey, Molli.
I think this is an incredible idea. I can’t quite claim to be the writer that you and our dear Fox is, but I certainly have my own unsent letters to write and store from time to time. I’d love to have the opportunity to contribute.
–Jer
Wow!
I would love to be part of this. Love-love-love-love-love!
Remind me I have an idea to propose to you that this greatly reminds me of! (And to tell you about the letter site I had up for awhile that never did take off. Okay…theoretically it still exists. But it’s dead. I’ll bring my letters from there here, I think.)
*pyrrs and examines site*
~fox
Hi Fox and Jeremy,
I’ve added you both as Contributors (if I was supposed to list you under a different role, please let me know – I’m new to this
). Anyway, I look forward to seeing some more inner workings from the two of you.
Fox, I’d love to hear more about your letter site
and thank you both for visiting here and wanting to be a part of this blog.
Molli
S’okay, Molli…I think we’re all pretty new to WordPress.
It looks as it we need to be set as “Authors” to actually publish. As contributers, we can save and edit our own drafts, but not publish them (though if you’d rather be in charge of publishing them, that’s fine, too). As Authors, we would be able to save, edit, publish, or delete our own posts, but only ours. It’s not until “Editor” that administrative capacities come into play, so we’d be pretty safe as Authors.
–Jer
Thank you
I had no idea what the capabilities were for each setting. I’ll go and make the necessary changes now.
Done
If the Author role is still limiting you in painful ways, please do let me know – it’s easily changed.
The stage is all yours!
Actually, I will put the link to the letter site here (which you can delete once you read it, I just don’t have a way to send it to you that isn’t in comments).
http://lettersfromstrangers.wetpaint.com/
FYI – on contact via methods other than comments – there is a way to set up a comment form that you can do. Which I will place here as well.
http://faq.wordpress.com/2007/05/13/how-do-i-make-a-contact-form/
Hi Fox,
Is that okay or would you prefer it to be deleted?
Are you wanting me to delete that link? I ask because, with your permission, I’d like to leave it up. Sign posts to the site you’ve created are good things, I think
We can leave it up – I kinda gave up on people coming to the site (which is why the lack of updates) but if people want to play, they certainly may.
I definitely have an unsent letter to write. I would love to be able to post it here.
i have several unsent’s and would love to post them
I HATE to be open. Its like a sickness to me. I HATE to cry, makes me feel weak. I HATE feeling like my song that I sent you. GOD!! I just want this feeling to leave me!! I’ll do anything just to get rit of it. I want to run away from everything!! I want to let go of life. I want to stop feeling like I cant do anything right. So much stuff in my head and I cant tell anyone. I just write in my songs. Its not helpping anymore. I HATE THIS!!! I hate my life!! I hate that i cant fix my life. I hate that i cant fix whats wrong with people. I hate that my mom tells me that i should be a better person with God. I hate that people tell me i’m not good. I cant take it. I hate this!! mY head is hurting so much!! I just want to hit my head on the wall over and over. I just want to hurt myself to not feel. I want to take my feeling away. I want to crawl away where no one will find me. I want to just stay there in the dark by myself not being able to hear anything. Life is good. so why is it that all i want is to crawl away from the world? the knife is in my stomach again. i want my head to stop hurting. I hate to think about all this stuff cause it hurt not just mentally but physically My head hurts like its going to blow up. my stmach hurts like i cant move. sometimes i think i’ll be better if i let go of everything, run away and not let anyone know where i am every again. i’ve wanted so bad to kill myself. few times almost did. I had everyhting ready. had the knife in my mouth. then the kids knocked on my door and i HATED myself then. i knew better not to do that. to be honest if i could kill myself and still go to heaven i’d be dead before i ever met you. I hate that i cant be good enough for anyone. i feel so sick right now its not funny. i dont want to be useless. i want to fix things. But i know i’m not worth the time or anything. I just want to have a feeling of good in me again.