Dear Stranger.

Dear stranger...

Dear Stranger,

My life is far from perfect and I certainly don't expect it to be, but sometimes I get a bit lonely. Don't get me wrong, I have tons of family and friends who I love dearly and I assume they love me but I can't help but feel as if there is something missing.

Look at me, spilling my guts to someone I've never met... But, then again, that's the whole point of this... experiment, if you will. I've done the whole therapy thing and it doesn't really work for me -- I guess I don't like the look that reads 'another broken teenager, just like the rest of them' because I don't believe I'm like everyone else. At least I hope I'm not. I like being different but sometimes I wonder, am I different enough?

I have a rough time staying on track, don't I? Let me give this explanation another go. Basically, instead of usual therapy I will write these letters to someone I don't necessarily know. I know a ton of people do this as well, but just writing them isn't enough for me. I need to know that someone, somewhere, has heard my problems, without receiving the look I spoke about earlier. I want to know that someone cares enough to read this far. And even though you'll more than likely do absolutely nothing about it, it makes me feel a bit better knowing someone out there knows.

If you've come this far into my letter I want to thank you for pulling through. I promise it'll only be a little longer. I have a question for you, stranger. Have you ever been in a room full of people but felt so alone? I know, it sounds cliche of me to ask, and believe me, I'm hitting myself for writing it but the question still holds: have you? I have so many times, and being the crier I am I tend to break down because of it relatively often. I bet you have -- I mean, I bet everyone has, but is it recurring with you? It is with me and I don't know why.

I guess I've always considered myself a bit of a wallflower but there are times when I don't think I'm different enough. There are people out there changing the world with their originality and here I am, sitting here writing this letter -- very much a nobody in this world. But then again, how many people sit down to write letters these days? What about you, stranger? Have you ever had a dream you wanted to reach -- have you ever wanted to be somebody in the world doing exactly what you love?

To you, whoever you may be, I thank you for actually finishing this letter. You may not know me and I may not know you (though that's kind of the purpose) but the feeling of somebody out there knowing makes me feel better.

With love,

Another stranger.

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