It's something like this that intrigues me, and ultimately makes my day, to be honest.

So, I'm online, checkin' out my mail, and there's this:

"I like you. I'm not just saying that, I mean it. I like you because I know you. I was you. I still am you. Why the hell else would I be begging strangers on the internet for answers to my questions? And it doesn't even matter what they say, 'cuz even if I'm told I'm one hundred percent right, I'll still be alone tomorrow. I hate that. I hate knowing that. I feel like my whole life is going to be me alone, and I think the worst thing anyone can be is alone.
I've been to your website. And I want to know who gave you permission to go inside my head, and read my mind and write down what I was thinking.
I like you. My only fear is that you'll never know because you're so despondent, that right this minute, you're slashing your wrists."

Wow. I'd just like to thank this person publicly(well, sort of... public as it gets here) for writing to me. I've written back, but people seem to have this habit of ignoring me. Just thought she should be acknowledged, since you may know... I hate most people's writing, but I like how she put her words into type here. And it shows me a little more that I'm not completely alone in how I feel a lot of the time. Thank you. Very much.

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