Dear Singer, Writer, Artist, Nobody, Somebody, Whoever You May Be
I know you must get this a lot. I know this may just be another fan session for you, the same way I might think of another math class-- not boring, persay, but very repetitive. I know you probably won't remember this remark as anything special, and I'm okay with that. I'm nothing special, anyway. I wanted you to know, though, that I have spent countless nights crying myself to sleep, and feeling so alone in the crowded hallways of my school, that I have largely forgotten how to be happy. I have spent days and nights trying to please someone who hated me, someone I loved and respected who saw me as nothing but dirt on the bottom of their shoe. But I listened to your songs, read your writings, saw your paintings, and suddenly, I didn't feel so alone. There was someone who understood how I felt. Someone who understood what I was going through. I guess, what I'm trying to say is that your work has helped me in so many ways, it's hard to count. I feel a connection to you through your work, and that's something huge. I know people tell you these things every day, and I will be forgotten, but I need you to know how much you mean to me. How much you mean to everyone. Thank you.
Sincerely, A Broken No One
