Searching for letters, that’s exectly what I’ve been doing for last few days… even weeks, maybe. It’s like I had this hole inside of me that needs to be filled and no matter how many people love me, it’s never enough. No matter how many people I love. So I receive all those mails and answer them and then wait for the answers which can’t really arrive too soon. I probably could just spend my life reading and writting letters, and sometimes I would go for a walk.
I write to my friends, to people I don’t really know, sometimes to people that don’t exist. To myself. Lots of letters I don’t even send. Still, I kind of need an answer. And then here you are: your site, which doesn’t really contain that many letters. The site of that girl who decided to write 300 letters and ended up writting as much as 400. People who haven’t written to me… but, in some way, they have. Isn’t every letter written to a stranger actually written to me? God, isn’t EVERYTHING I EVER READ written only for me, so I can read it?
I mean, thank you. It’s good to know there are also other people who need to write like this so we can kind of answer each other.
Though I must admitt that all this “spread the love” thing you keep writting is a bit annoying.
Do you still update? It would be a shame if you stoped.
And by the way, the introduction to your site is great. “And if you reading this, you must be alive. So congratulations, I mean what more can you ask for?” - that’s PERFECT.
Ka
Thank you for writing this. I’m still here. I’m still alive. I’m happy to say I’m still writing letters. I’ve scanned some of the letters, not all. I’ve been too busy to update this, but I did find some time to write letters. Hopefully I’ll get around to uploading them here. <3
