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Question:

My Answer:

Characters: Various characters from the games and manga.

Summary: It's up to the reader to decide what is written by who. Even I'm not sure: I only have two or three letters that I wrote from a certain character's perspective, to be honest. (And excuse the shoddy writing; I'm a little out of practice.)

Anonymous

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So, all the English teachers in our grade are forcing all the classes to write these anonymous confessions and are making them into some handwritten chainmail thing. Such BS. I, for one, don't want all you shitheads reading my stuff. So whoever's reading this, fuck off.

I like the idea: I think it's important that we reflect on ourselves. I mean, I know that there are a lot of things I want to tell someone, but I feel like my parents and friends might judge me for it. Some things are just easier to write down.

So, here's my confession:

Me and one of my friends don't have any classes together, and at lunchtime we don't really have any time to talk. We've been friends since forever, and we text each other, but… it's just not the same. Neither of us can make time to meet up. And even when we do get a moment alone, all we can say is, 'We haven't talked in forever!' because we don't have anything else to talk about. We always end up making small talk, which is something we never used to do.

The thing is, is that I don't miss her that much. Yes, I have this hollow ache in my chest, but it's just a small sort of pinch. Becoming more and more disconnected to your best friend should feel awful. It should tear you apart. But it just doesn't. I wish it did hurt, because the alternative is making me feel like a terrible person.

2 the letter-writer above me: u aren't terrible. That's happened 2 me b4ore. : )

Confession:

I'm jealous of my BFFs. In pics they always look so perfect, and then there's me. I'm the ugliest in the group. Guys only come up when they want 2 talk to 1 of my friends, never to me. No one pays attention 2 me. I wish that some1 would take an interest in me for once. ) : But I know that that won't happen, bcuz why would any1 choose me when there are so many other, prettier girls around?

Sometimes I wish I was a guy. They don't have to deal with this stupid self-esteem stuff.

Person above me: I'm a boy and I have self-esteem issues. (I would nit-pick at how you put emoticons in a handwritten letter, but that's too bothersome.) It drives me nuts that people think that only girls have to deal with that. All I ever read about is how the media is destroying the self-esteem of teenage girls, but what about teenage boys? We have to look at all these men in movies and television and know that that's what girls are looking for. They're looking for their 'Prince Charmings' and chiselled movie stars, not real guys.

So, confession:

I hate the way I look. I've changed my hair style and gotten rid of my glasses, but I still can't like myself. I don't think I ever will.

First letter-writer: I'm not allowed to guess who you are, but I think I know. No one else is that bitter.

Second letter-writer: That sounds bitchy to me, but I don't really know. I'm not in your position.

Third letter-writer: Hey, girl, I'm sure you're really pretty. Don't get so down; you'll find someone, someday.

Letter-writer above me: Wow. I don't think I've ever heard a guy say that before. Which leads me to my own confession.

Confession:

I forget that boys have feelings. Even though I love my dad, I see the boys at school and think, 'What douchebags.' I mean, it's not like all the guys I've met have been terrible- there has been a few really, really nice ones, even- but it's a knee-jerk reaction now. I think that they're awful until proven otherwise. I don't think that they're capable of loving; all I think is that they want to get into a girl's pants. I think that they're all arrogant potheads that dress in shitty clothes and only care about themselves.

But the letter above mine reminded me again that boys are human. Of course they are. They have feelings and friendships and they have to deal with the crap that everyone has to deal with.

So thanks for that. Whenever I start thinking those things again, I'll think of you and all of the other nice boys I've met.

Confession:

The person above me is kind of right. Me and my friends are assholes.

But the thing is, is that I don't want to be. I don't want to talk shit about people. I mean, I laugh along and stuff, but afterwards I just feel sick.

I want to tell them to knock it off, but I don't know what they'll do. (Call me gay? Think I'm stupid? I don't know. Probably none of those things, but still.) I always tell myself, 'Yeah. Okay. Grow a pair. Starting next Monday, stick up for those people.'

But I don't think I ever will.

(I don't really want to do this, but I feel like I should. I would feel guilty about reading all of these and then not contributing anything.)

Confession:

I'm scared that I'm not good enough. Yes, I'm smart- but there are smarter people. Yes, I'm talented- but there are people that are more talented than I'll ever be. And it bothers me sometimes. I act like it doesn't, but I get this pain in my stomach and no matter what I do it just stays there. I can't twist away from it.

Confession:

I feel like I annoy people. Everyone always gets sick of me, and I can't tell if I'm just being paranoid or if I'm really disliked. Whenever I hear people laughing in class I get this prickling on the back of my neck, and I feel like they're laughing at me.

(Even my own dad acts annoyed with me. He's always been gruff, but he's always putting me down. Whenever he speaks harshly to me it feels like he's yelling. I cry really easily around him, and it makes me ashamed because when I'm with my friends I can just laugh everything off. I hate that I show him the worst side of me. I wish I could change.)

My turn.

Confession:

I'm going to miss high school. Yeah, I know it sucks, and it's stressful, but I've met and kept so many friends here. Once we leave, life will get in the way. We won't ever see each other again. We promise to see each other once in a while, but how can we promise that when we don't know what's going to happen? We can't. And it makes me sad.

This isn't really a confession, but oh well.

'Confession' (Or, really, a rant):

I hate homophobes. I hate how they make being gay sound like a disease. Get over it already. Sexual orientation doesn't define a person. Even more, I hate the word. 'Homophobe'. It's not fear; it's discrimination.

I hate what people say about rape. I hate that women are taught not to get raped, instead of men getting taught not to rape. (And yeah, I know that that's been said before, and better, but it's worth repeating.)

I hate the girls in school I hear bragging about how much they've barfed over the weekend. I hate the cut marks I see on some girls' wrists. I hate it when I hear other girls calling someone a slut. I hate that other girls call them all attention-seekers.

Throwing up isn't trendy. Dressing in scanty clothing doesn't give you a right to demean that person. Wearing what you want and being in the wrong place at the wrong time does not mean that you were 'asking to be raped'. Being a gay man or woman doesn't give anyone the right to treat you anything less than what you deserve.

So all of you? Grow up.

Letter-writer above me: Well said.

Anyways, here's mine.

Confession:

I've never experienced the feeling of beautiflies in my stomach, or my heart racing when I see a certain someone's face. Some people tell me that I'm just hard to win over, but I'm scared that I'm broken. What if I can't feel romantic love? What if I'm broken? I just don't know.

Some days I tell myself, 'Don't worry. It's only because no one has given you a reason to fall in love yet.' But people fall in love for no reason every day.

(Am I frigid? I hope not.

(Because every night, the only thing I wish for is love.)

Confession:

I was bullied by my friends' boyfriends a few years ago, and what they said to me still bothers me. They were the ones that first called me ugly, first made me feel not good enough. I've had low self-esteem ever since.

And the worst part? It's that my friends only apologized after. It's that I pretty much forced my friends to break up with their boyfriends, even though their boyfriends treated them as trophies, and me as complete shit.

There was this one boy- a friend of the two guys my friends were dating- that asked me out because he was feeling left out. Not because he liked me, even as a friend. In fact, he said I wasn't 'that bad looking'. No. Instead he asked me out because he was bored.

I rejected him. A year later, that same boy threw a plastic bottle at me, and my friends laughed. They didn't do anything. They fucking laughed. They let it happen.

Now, this year my friend comes up to me and asks about that boy. She says, 'Why don't we like him again?'

I love my friends. Really, I do. But there's something about them letting those people treat me like that that tears my heart into pieces.

All you guys are so serious about this. It's just an English assignment. Chill.

Confession:

I don't get why everyone is so sad. Yeah, things could be better, but they could be a hell of a lot worse, too.

(I'm scared that someone will recognize my handwriting, but I've been wanting to say this since forever, so…)

Confession:

I want to be in a relationship, but I'm scared of having sex. The idea makes me sick to my stomach: how much it will hurt, all the things that could go wrong… It's terrifying to me. I know that if I ever get a boyfriend, he'll get fed up and leave me. And I don't know what to do about it. It's not something I can get passed so easily.

Guy that told everyone to chill: No. I know that it's just an English assignment, but everyone has something bottled up. There's freedom in writing something down, in setting it free.

But I don't really have a confession. I have a question. And here it is:

I say 'I'm fine' even when I'm not, and I expect my best friends to notice. But they just don't. They just nod and accept my words, even though it's obvious that I'm not alright.

Isn't that what friends are for?

Confession (I think that mine will be the only cheerful one in here):

I'm stoked on life right now. I finally got my courage up and asked out the girl I like, and she said that she liked me back! We even kissed. I still can't believe it. So to everyone that has a crush but is too scared to do anything about it: Just go for it! It's scary to go out of your comfort zone, but worth it.

To the letter-writer above me: I'm scared that if I tell the boy I have a crush on that I like him, he'll say 'Ew'. I can't handle that, but I really can't see him saying anything else. And to the letter-writer that was talking about purging: Girls don't do it because they think it's trendy. Girls to do it because they need to feel good about themselves.

In any case, I think that mine is the last letter. I feel like I should say something that ties everything up, but life can't be tied into a neat little bow: there will always be loose, disconnected threads.

I don't even have a confession. But if I did have one, I guess all I would say is that I'm glad that these will be posted all over the school: I hope that at least one letter makes someone re-evaluate something about themselves. I hope someone reads one of these and says, 'Wow. That's like me.'

So to everyone that wrote a confession: thank you.

I hope you'll take these words to heart.