6/1/2017
Dear those who it may concern,
I know I don't have much to complain about. I have food. I have clothes. I have a roof over my head. I have more than most people who've gone through what I have, but I won't get into that here.
But this isn't about what I have materially, it's about what I have emotionally, mentally. Your emotions and your mental state are just as important to maintain as your physical health.
I wish I had someone with me all the time to support me like my friends at school do. I wish I had a real sense of family and love like everyone else does. I wish I knew what love felt like so I could know when and how I was feeling it. I wish I could stop retreating into my head for comfort and security.
I know this sounds unhealthy of me to feel this way and no, I'm not suicidal. I have my friends to live for. I have my art to live for. I have things to live for, how few those are.
This is why I made this book. To vent and read it afterwards so I can evaluate how much help I need. And right now, it seems...
...that I might need some.
YOU ARE READING
To Those Who it May Concern
AléatoireLetters to those who I am afraid to talk to, need to talk to, and only wish to talk to. Letters to describe emotions that don't have a definition no matter how hard I try to find one.
