8th letter

To that one person,

I know you are not reading this, but still be patient with me. There are certain things I cannot tell the people close to me, and I just needed someone I could send my messages. Even though I know you basically, you are still a stranger to me because we’ve never met. I do not even exist for you. I just want to vent out. I am right now at the edge of confusion. I hate myself so much because I am so jealous about a lot of things. I thought I am okay with myself. But I am not! Aisshh! I hate myself to the point that I see a faceless woman in front of the mirror.. This is crazy. Because of my pride, I cannot tell my family and friends what I am going through. I never wanted to cross the line and be stalking and sending you messages. But I know it has the least chance to be read, at least some stranger in the universe knows my story. I won’t give up! I will fight fair with this struggle, but the F***i** question is HOW? God help me.

-me-

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