May 17th, 2013.
Dear whomever,
I don't know why I am writing to you; but I hope you read until the end. Starting from the first letter, to the last, this is my life.
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It's quiet; almost too quiet. I hear a ringing sound in my ear and I don't like it. No wind, no thunder, no crying babies in the distance. Just pure quietness. It scares me, to be honest. My mom is locked away in her room, as am I. I took pills earlier; sleeping pills that is. So far they have not worked. I remain awake even at 11:52 p.m; which is why I'm writing to you. I'm anonymous; and I intend to stay that way. I'm actually quite dangerous, and so my identity shall remain hidden in the shadows. I know what you're probably thinking, "Why me? Why did I get this crazy persons letters?" I did not purposely give this to you. My plan was to drop all of these letters on the street; in hopes that one caring stranger will pick them up. I guess it just so happened to be you. Congratulations. If you continue to read until the end, you will have walked with me on a remarkable journey I call my life. It feels good to have just a little hope that someone out there is reading this, thinking about who I am and why they were the one who got to read my story. Anyways, back to what I was saying.
It is late. I should be asleep. My head wont stop over thinking about things that do not need to be over thinked. My mind won't seem to shut down. I tried reading a book, but it only made things worse. I tried writing a poem, but my head began to hurt in frustration. I have to take more sleeping pills, I can't stand this quietness. I'll be right back.
Hello, I am back. I just took four pills; maybe I won't wake up tomorrow. Yeah, that sounds nice. My eyes are beginning to fill with heaviness. I guess the pills are working. I can barely hold the pencil right now but I am trying, I promise. It is now 12:15, and yet I'm still not asleep. Maybe I should lie down for a bit. I'm slowly drifting off to sleep. I'll write my second letter tomorrow. Goodnight dear friend.
