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From: Mr. Nobody

I guess this is just me writing into oblivion until someone comes across this letter.

I've been contemplating loneliness lately. the several situations where I know i'm surrounded by several people and still feel out of their world seems too real for me now. It annoys me how I feel no connection towards them. Is it that I have trust issues and that I subconsciously refuse to make connections? I believe that it maybe so.

I've listened to the song The Scientist by Coldplay and a part of the chorus always captures me. Its the one that goes:

"Nobody said it was easy.

No one ever said it would be this hard..."

Those lines always caught to me. I've been a Christian for a while now and I've learned to handle some things quite well, but I dunno that now; I seem to have lost that ability. Is it that I love someone and i'm vulnerable? Is it that I'm blinded by emotions I've lost all logic? Possibly. Love does that to a person. The problem is that I don't know if the person loves me as much as i love her, or at least loves me back. It bothers me how the advice of my friend is really pitting up against me proving its truth.

Oh well, I guess I'd just carry on and see what happens.

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Memo:

I was just on my holiday break, trying to enjoy most of it. Well, it seems that not many have followed me. I'll continue anyway. One mysterious person has already sent two entries and I thank him for supporting my blog.

Anyway, I hope you guys had a happy holiday and that you all also have a happy new year! More to come in 2013!

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From: The Lost Poet

Well, here I am again, writing to you. I feel like telling you these things gives me a place to vent everything out, and that your layout looks awesome too. Sorry, I just wanted to point that out.

This time, I wanted to write to you about my father. Maybe most of the people in the world know what its like to have a father that criticizes your every decision, puts you under the microscope, magnifies your every mistake, and everything else under the sun. It really pisses me off when he mocks my decisions in life, but at least I have the upper hand. Why you may ask? Well, I've chosen to change my career path early because this is what I like doing and what I see myself doing for a long time. some people may say to you that that is such a cliche move, but in reality, doing what you love and going for that is what really keeps you going. Don't you ever why some people do some "menial" tasks while others criticize them. Well, its because they like what they do. Some maybe stuck in a rut where they're doing what they really hate just because it pays well because they need to fun their families and such. Well, I have nothing against those kinds of people, but I just hope that they eventually find their niche in life.

This just really pissed me off because my father used to be in the food service, studied another major (thus wasting time and money), then went back to the food service. I hated the fact that he is very indecisive. Time which he should have spent looking for a job, and money which he could have used to fund the tuition fees of me and my sisters, but no. Its really a shame that he had to do that, and ever since he went back to college, he's been such a know-it-all prick. He's been teaching me stuff I already know, pestering me about stuff he found out like some little kid discovering his/her toes. It really annoys me how a man in his mid-40's can be so naive. Oh well, I guess I just have to put up with it for 3 more years then I'd move out and live with one of my friends. I can't tolerate this household anymore. Its not healthy for me to be in such an environment. That's why my sisters act like they're still babies, because my father treats my youngest sister (9 years of age) like she's still 5, and my other sister (in her teens) like she's 10. Can he not see we're growing up? And can he not just support the fact that we're becoming independent? I just hate it that he has to be this over-bearing ass about everything.

That's all I have to say. For now.

Thanks Mr. Nobody for posting this (if ever this gets posted)

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From: The Lost Poet

Well, I wanted to write to Mr. Nobody because I saw that it seemed like a good outlet for me to put things. I remain somewhat anonymous (besides my pen name) so I can say whatever I want.

Well Mr. Nobody, I wanted to write to you about the simple things in life. For the past few months now, I've watched one of my peers grow in his current relationship with his girlfriend. It puts a smile to my face every time I see them because I notice that the guy doesn't always try to out-do himself with what he can provide, but manage to remember the simple things that his girlfriend does; things like what her perfume smells like, how she laughs, those little mannerisms. It occurred to me that it wasn't always about how big and how fabulous you can lavish the girl with gifts, but how you value and cherish the little things she shares with you. This kinda hit me hard because I'd been recently reunited with an old friend of mine, and I can't remember some of the things we used to do back then. Something happened between us a few years ago that made me resent her and try to repress every single memory of her, but I guess it was too much. I just couldn't put myself to forget her. It was like she was already a big part of my life. Then came that fateful day when we'd be reunited. All those old memories of her started to recover themselves from the dark depths of my suppressed memories. I noticed how much she loved me that day. I saw it in her eyes that she'd been wanting to see me for a while, since I was already avoiding her for around a year now. When she moved close to me and held me in her arms, I couldn't help but to wrap my arms tightly around her body and just feel tears start streaming down my cheek. I started hating myself for even thinking of trying to forget her; she then noticed that I was sort of crying already. She pulled away for a moment and wiped the tears from my cheeks with her thumbs as she cupped her hands around my face. She then said to me, "I'm sorry for what I did before. I know it hurt you, but what I never told you was it hurt me more than you could ever imagine." I felt really bad for being such a douche. That moment really seared into my memory.

After that day, I went home and tried to recall all the memories that we shared. I noticed that we had so many moments together. I smiled and cried a little while I was sitting on the edge of my bed; it was a mixture of happiness and sorrow. I noticed that besides my time being a volunteer at our local church, the moments I shared with her were the ones that genuinely made me happy. I then called her up at her house (because I can't seem to forget her home number) and we talked for a while. After a few hours of talking on the phone, we both let out a sigh of relief. It felt like a shroud was lifted and everything seemed clear. I was blinded by my hate and resent that I didn't see there was something precious in front of me.

Now, I'm courting her. Well, I hope I'm doing a good job. I want this to last. That's about it actually. I just wanted to get this off my mind. Its nice to release these words in a place where everyone is welcome to just write and not be judged. I'm not asking for any advice though, Mr. Nobody. I just thank you for putting this blog up. I now have a place (and person) to share my thoughts with.

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Mr. Nobody is now taking submissions for letters that you want read by him, topics you need help with, advice on certain things, and the like. He is now open to your letters. Just write to him at the given email address listed in "About the Author" and he'd gladly read your submissions. May it be letters that you want sent to someone, or letters asking for help. He'd kindly accommodate your letters.

Thank you.

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Nothing is real. Everything is possible.

Mr. Nobody