Letters to Nobody

Letters to Nobody

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"Dear Nobody, It's 2 am right now and I'm slowly being eaten alive by my own mind. So I'm going to write these things down for the whole world to read and maybe try to understand a fraction of my fucked-up brain. I hope you decide to come along for the ride." *** She's chaotic. She's a quiet mess. And before her thoughts kill her from the inside, she decides to start putting them out into the world. Soon, her dear nobody becomes faceless somebody-s, replying, commenting, interacting with her and her whirlwind thoughts. a series of late night letters that talk about all of her opinions and all of her thoughts on life and the world.
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