A mail sent Scribbled down on Thursday, 1 September 2005 4:46:28 AM
I just bounced on your website. I love it actually. I am known on the web but for you I will be just an unknown face. Just an unknown person far away with dark depressive thoughts. I am not really asking for help as I don't need to. I only want to hear the vision of a cheery girl who has her life on track, who is happy, who rarely feels like she's wandering lost in the woods. I'm severely messed up, even I don't realise so. How would you be? What do you think? Do you feel pity for me as you don't know me? You can't help, what is there that you can say? Are you happy? Do you always expect it to continue to be that way? I don't know what it is like to be a happy careless girl, maybe when I were a kid, still I were a bit messed up, I only learnt to understand so as I grew up. I don't mean to be rude but I don't have any idea either why I am writing you. Most likely because you've given me that possibility. I hope you will always continue being fine and normal. I think darkness is the clothe I wear or worse: it's become my skin.

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