Hi.
So, I know you're probably never gonna read this 'couse you haven't been active since a whole lot, but I just want to say a few things to you hoping you'll read them. I don't need an answer to this (even if I'd love that). I know you have a lot of stuff to think about, just like many others, including me.
So why am I here typing this while I could just work, study for my phsycology degree, get that C1 in english, write a story, hang out with friends or family?
Because your story, something you wrote behind bar counters just for fun, inspired my life. Gave me a reason.
And by reason, I mean a goal.
I've never had dreams. Well, I actually did, but it was very vague. It was "be happy". All I wanted, since I was a kid, was just to be happy. With parents yelling, school bullying and attempted suicide, I couldn't afford to have a dream.
I chose a high school I didn't want to go to, just because my parents wanted me to.
I made a choice for myself, my university course! Something I like!
Got dissaproval from my parents.
Then I read your story. I cried for that story, honey. I spent hours reading that. I was hypnothised. Then Minho died, Jisung killed himself, and I just stood there, with my phone in hand, schoked, tears on my face.
'Couse that story was real. It was d"mn real.
My shock became a dream: to shock others just like you did to me. I want others to read and FEEL what I write, in their bones, minds, souls. I want them to cry, to laugh, and to be shocked in the very end, just for them to understand that life is unpredictable and you could lose anyone in any moment of your sh!tty life. And I want them to be inspired. To have a dream.
Maybe not like mine. But it's always a dream.
Only problem? I suck at writing.
So now I'm trying to learn, I wrote a bunch of drafts.
Who knows, maybe one day I'll be just like John Green.
So, all I wanted to say was basically thank you. Thank you for giving me a reason to keep going.
With all good love,
Unknown.