Dear friendly person,
You talk a lot. I feel like I know everything about you. And you know nothing about me. So let me tell you something. I have problems. Lots of them. Most will never be fixed. I don't like that word. Fixed. That means there's something wrong, something broken. I know I'm messed up, broken, tattered. And I need help, I need to alleviate the pain caused by my problems. But that doesn't mean they need to be fixed. That doesn't mean they make me a bad person, someone who needs to better themselves. My problems are a part of me and losing them means I lose myself.
But I don't like my problems. I want to lose them. Does that mean I don't like myself? That I want to lose myself? I don't know.
I don't mean to burden you with this, with me. You probably don't even remeber me. I barely recognize me. I've changed. And I'll never go back to how I was. I'm not sure if I want to or not.
I'm still trying to figure everything out. I don't think I ever will, but I'd like to understand some things. I wish I knew what I was doing.
From,
Sam
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Letters from Sam
Short Story30 Day Letter Writing Challenge. This work is entirely fictional, with letters written from Sam to those specified in the challenge. I've changed it a little bit, just to fit better with Sam's character and the story arc. This is entirely experimen...