This is to the douchebag who pulled out of Portland Hills Drive and into the old bus stop outside of a pet store on Portland St, then proceeded to cut me off last night! Yes I honked my horn at you, I had every right what you did was not only dangerous but very illegal! You then proceeded to drive 30km/hr until I took the lane turning onto Caldwell Rd. Seriously dude where in the name of hell did you get your Drivers licence from, you can't pull that shit! —Stunned At Your Stupidity

It takes a lot of energy to fight off depression (both physical and emotional), a lot more than people think. If you're sad, people call you a 'Negative Nancy' or 'Debbie Downer'. If you strain happiness to fit in people think you're fake, or you come off as trying too hard. There's no happy medium. Sometimes you just have to welcome the comforting warm embrace of manic depression. I don't believe anyone besides those who suffer understand that there is a peace and comfort to be found in depression. Please be understanding, and don't judge those who are dealing with their personal issues. Sometimes there isn't even a reason for it, just an unstoppable force of depression rolling over you, and I feel that's what people understand the least. Someone who smiles everyday, is healthy, wealthy and wise may just be hiding their inner turmoil. And that don't help nobody. —Whistling Into The Night

We met when I was 14, I was a young lad looking for a new adventure and you were a sweet drink offering up some fun. Things were grand back then and over the years we attended many awesome functions together and traveled around the world. Now, at 27 I find you utterly repulsive the day after we meet and my bank account looks at you with disdain and distrust. WHAT HAPPENED. In university we partied hard in the night and were still friends the next day. I met many of your friends of varying cultures and countries. You were a social butterfly that helped me meet so many people. Even when I entered the working world we knew we'd meet on weekends and then look forward to our outings next week. Now I look at your with a very cautious eye and wonder if it's worth heading down the road of a morning full of regrets. Why did you have to go and change into a hateful spiteful person? Oh, why? —A Long Time Ago, We Used To Be Friends

How is it that on a commute to Halifax from Sackville is backed up for almost 15 minutes for the Magazine Hill area? I'll tell you... Because there was an small accident or some kind of hold up that involved police... On the OTHER SIDE of the highway.. That's right, the side that is separated by a cement divider... The side that has nothing to do with my side of the road. YET miraculously, as soon as we pass the police scene... Free range for all the highway chickens! Why???? I bet if there was someone standing there watching the cars drive by so slow that they are almost going backwards, they would come to the conclusion that more than half were too busy breaking their fucking necks trying to see what was going on. Your little need for news is making the people who don't care to make someone's misfortune a circus, LATE for work.. I hope while your small town mentality makes you rear-end the person you're likely tailgating. That will teach you to keep your eyes ahead... Not to the left. —Girl Who Has Places To Go

Well Halifax, You are a pretty cool city. Lots of spaces to play, fun stuff to do blah blah. But WTF is up with the piss poor snow plowing? Four storms and SHIT streets. The only reason they are clear is because of the recent melting, but alas more snow and right back to snow covered, slippery, piss poor plowing. I've lived in larger cities and after a small storm the streets are perfect. Your plowing SUCKS Halifax! If I crash on slippery roads I am suing your ass! —DT

For FUCK's sake! Why do people not respond to messages?! Even if you don't like the person, a simple 'Fuck off now' would suffice, and it would make life easier for everyone involved. I send someone a message; no response. I text that person; no response. I call that person; they don't answer. I see that individual face to face... everything's peachy, and they're full of sorry excuses as to why they couldn't respond. The real kicker? You don't respond to them and they'll make you regret it. Don't even get me started on the dating sites. 100+ unanswered e-mails (no joke). Not even a simple, "sorry, no thanks". People have a serious case of arrogance and self entitlement, where they feel that they don't need to respond to the poor average Joe because they're far better. A Queen wouldn't respond to my e-mails, why should these people? It makes sense, I'm just a human being, and they're the center focal point of the universe. The only language that Humans don't understand is silence. —Get Off Your High Horse, Respect Others!

I'm going to drive myself mad trying to figure it out but I can't let it go. None of it makes sense. You told me you loved me, you know I love you too. I love you more than you love me. But then you cut me out fully, no reason, no explanation, no warning and I can't help but ask myself why every day and try to put two and two together. It's been months and still nothing. I'm not nearly as confused as I am shocked. I'm giving you space and time, and I won't even ask why. You're breaking my heart and I can't believe I'm letting you. I can't tell if you're upset with me, mad at me, over me, annoyed by me, jealous of me. You more than anyone should have learned by now to appreciate the people you have in your life, tell them how much you love them and never take them for granted. After losing some of the closest people to you, it's like you've learned nothing. Why are guys so confusing? No one ever knows what they truly want. —Won't Be Here When It All Goes To Shit

To my friend with benefits: We've been hooking up for about six months. But now you want a relationship. When you broke the news to me that you wanted something more than a fuck, I was thrilled because I felt the same way. Then when I brought this to your attention, you rejected me. I thought you were seeing someone else, but you're not. So why not me? "You don't have your shit together" you told me! So apparently since you have a career and I'm having financial issues at the moment, I was only good for a FWB. You superficial bitch! Money isn't everything. What about personality? We got along perfectly, in and out of the bed. Just because I'm having financial trouble right now, does not mean I'm going to be like this forever. I'm currently working minimum wage now, but that will change. I guess money is too important for you. Go off and find your rich career dude! I'm movin' on! —The Guy Who Wants More

You are a fucking arsehole.

You say: "Ask for a raise."
You give: "A lecture on why I better goddamn better be happy with what I get."

You say: "Talk to the girl you like."
You give: "Ostracization."

You say: "Practice with another girl."
You give: "More ostracization."

You say: "Work hard."
You give: "Seven projects due the same day that will apparently result in the Mayan Prophecy coming about 1 month late."

I say: "You suck."

And anybody that wants to argue can suck it.

Sincerely,
—The Bay Harbour Bitcher

I knew when we first met whose friend you were and what your "mission" was. You didn't fool me for a minute.You lied and manipulated me for a few weeks, even made it look good by helping me when I was in a bind. Then began phasing me out of your life, after you thought I told you the information you were sent to retrieve from me. It's been a while and I'm surprised you have yet to "unfriend" me..I knew I was getting under your skin by "liking" everything on your FB page. Well if I'm crazy because I became angry and hurt at being lied to and manipulated for a year by your friend in an attempt to get himself in my pants. Then dumped when he knew he wasn't getting any ass. Then again by you for weeks while running damage control. This time, taking care of your buddy by trying to save his ass. Many women (even you) would become hurt, if put in my situation. Hell, I must say, so far I've taken it quite well. —Crazy Like A Fox