Hey there, sorry… it’s kinda a spontaneous letter, but you’re the only one I feel like I can talk to anymore; everyone else…. there’s just to many complications. I know that you probably won’t hear me, but it’s worth a shot. There’s no one else to talk to so… you’re my last resort. I’m doing better than I was last spring, at least I think I am—either better or worse. It’s not the same now as it was back then. I feel a little stupid writing all this, but it’s getting kinda lonely inside my head and I also need something (or someone) to hold on to… a constant. I’ve got to talk to someone instead of just throwing my thoughts out there.
So dear Aaron, I hope I don’t scare you away tonight (haha, it’s late and I’m scared to death that one of my parents are going to find me writing to you)(even though they haven’t the slightest of who you are—and, dear Aaron, I think we’ll keep it that way). It’s 12:23 A.M. by my clock and I dunno If you’re up or not—so I’ll send this tomorrow. I know I should be asleep right now, but I don’t want to go to bed…. I hate waking up in the morning and having to face another day. It’s so lonely, even though there’s so many people around; I feel like I’m always frowned upon or avoided, like no one wants me here… do you even want me here?