Letters to No One

Dear no one,

I don’t know why I’m writing this. Doesn’t make much sense to me, but I was told to and… I guess I’ll finally do what I’m told. Ms. Webb said I should do this and that it would help with my memory. I don’t really know what I’m supposed to be remembering but I guess that’s the problem.

She said to write whatever I want in this thing, from what I do during the day or to how I feel about stuff. Feel. Every sentence lately seems to have that word in it. Ms. Webb is the main culprit of using this word though, always asking the same questions; how do you feel about this? What makes you feel this way? Why do you feel this way? And she won’t except “ I don’t know”, anymore.