Letters

Dear Mr. No Ass,
Yesterday was a whirlwind for me.  I'm not really sure how to put it into words recognizable to you, and for that I am dearly sorry.  My thought processes have a tendency to not make sense outside my own head.  At times, I feel like this is a good thing.  This allows for me to keep secrets, oh and the glorious secrets one can keep.  Here's the thing: I speak in riddles, I occasionally write in riddles, and my thoughts, those two are riddles.  I understand, I don't understand how you don't understand.  It is not going to be easy for me to, as you put it, "just say it, or spit it out". Nor, do I know if I am willing to try.  I'll think about it.
Emotions were raw and undefinable yesterday.  You kept asking me "what do you want from me?".  What do I want from you?!  I am unsure how you expect me to just blurt out what I am unsure of, when you yourself will not tell me what it is that you want from me.  It was a back and forth roller coaster of "what are we going to do?", "what do you want?", and "can we do this?" kinda thing. 
I am not sure.  Sooner or later though, and I would prefer like right now, so sooner is better, we are going to literally sit down and hash this out.  Answer ALL the questions.  Define EVERYTHING.  Establish LINES.  This is not something we can enter lightly. 

And I'm sorry, but I just DON'T know.

Sincerely yours,
Truly, madly, deeply yours,
These are real



Dear time,
Please either slow down to a stop preferably on my off days, or speed up to my vacation days.  I need one some kinda bad or shit is about to get ugly in this office.  I cant afford to fire people before my vaca, so something is got to give because I cant deal with stupid much more.

Thanks in advance,
In desperate need for a break


Dear KSG,
What happened? Is  it sad that I have no idea, and kinda don't care.  The only thing that comes to mind lately is "say something I'm giving up on you".  ( The Great Big World sounds better in my head than my voice does, so that works...)
 
Kindly,
Non-believer