I don't know what I'm doing anymore. Time comes and time goes and there's nothing I can do about it. So instead of trying to do anything useful with my life im sitting here, in a foreign country, writing these words on a page. The first page. I'm alone in a crowd, but surrounded with space all around me. But every time I try to write something I end up having people literally surrounding me, and I can't think and my throat clogs up and my breath goes short and- sorry. I'm ranting. At least sometimes people acknowledge me. Sometimes they even seem to like me.
I made a new friend today. For the first time since I moved schools three years ago I feel like I actually found someone I think I can trust. Whether I can actually trust them or not is beside the point. I feel comfortable. I don't really know what made me trust her more than I've ever trusted anyone else I've ever met. But I do. I sense this letter is coming to an end. I know this is short but I really don't know what to write. I never know what to say anymore. I'm sorry.
-Anonymous
