to him.

30;

Dear, You.

Okay, this is insane.

This is the 30th letter I have written to you and I think its a little crazy.

Its at the point where I think I am still obsessed with you in some way. Or I am just using you as some sort of venting.

I'm not sure.

I do alot of talking about my life in these letters, so I feel like that's the case.

But I won't get into it much cause its the 30th letter and I am feeling great.

Its another important milestone in my life.

And I can't explain why.

At least, not now.

I am at school today, though, and its currently History class. Y'know, the one we have together.

You keep coughing and I know it has something to do with your health, but its quite bothersome to be honest here.

I'm sorry for sounding so heartless.

I don't mean to be so rude.

Ugh.

I don't know what's wrong with me.

I'll just go.

Bye.

From, Me.