Everyday I read through these letters and I always wonder if its someone that I know writing these… Are they about me? If it is about me, who wrote it?
I question it with every page I go through, with every click of my mouse.
But I realized today that I can’t keep doing this to myself, I can’t keep thinking that these are about me. The odds are against me. There are 7 billion people in the world, why am I so special?
So now, these letters will be for entertainment purposes only. No longer will i live in this fantasy land.