Dear Michael,
This is the very first of many letters that I'll be sending you. I doubt you'll ever receive them. Don't worry, my word doesn't mean much anyways. You'll never end up reading these and that's ok, I guess. It's just easier to write out my problems to you. Do you have problems, Michael? Do you ever feels sad or depressed. I really hope not because your smile makes so many people happy. Me being one of them. That's a big accomplishment, so be proud of yourself. Is hope a real thing? Because I'm hoping you'll miraculously end up reading these. Is that sad? Relying on a person who has no ideas you exist? I don't really think it matters, seeing as I'm just a sad person. Just another waste of space writing a wasted letter.
Until the next,
Amnesia
