To Anyone That Cares

The One That Always Helps

You know, I think these letters are helping. I think that this is a good idea, I mean I've never really been able to get over them. It's dumb, right? I mean these people I've never met before are suddenly such a big part of my life and I don't know why. And I know you told me that I could write these letters and no one would read them, but that's the problem with me. I feel like if I write these letters someone needs to read them, I mean anyone out there, just anyone who cares needs to read them.

I find myself writing them and not sending them now days, and I guess not much has changed there. You know, when I first came to you I was extremely shy and innocent. It's almost feels like I was a differ me- a better me- before I met him, but that's all changed now. I guess after he left me I realize just how stupid I had been to change, and so now I'm going back. I'm going back to the way I was. I mean that I used to be so - so alive and I don't know what happened.

I guess those beautiful blue eyes put me under their spell and I couldn't escape. And know you've only known me for 11 days, but I feel as though I could trust you. I came to you when I felt the most unloved, and you were there for me. But I wish she would know me before this, you know? I mean I was the type of girl to run out and put flowers in her hair and dance and sing and I miss that so much. Now, I'm a shell of that girl. I don't sing or dance anymore, and the flowers that were in my hair died a long time ago. But I'm trying, just like you told me to.

When you first told me about this, i outright laughed, but now it's like my drug. I can't stop writing letters to people I just see. I owe you everything I have. Thank you for helping me lay the first brick in rebuilding myself.

Thank you my savior,
Elizabeth Lynn Martin