Hey Emma,I know you must be wondering who the heck this is. Well, I got your email from the One Voice Support group, and I just had to talk to you. Our situations are so much alike, and honestly, reading your comment made me think that some random person had read my mind. I also know that you live in Colorado ( I don't, sadly).And I'm only a year older than you. I also checked out your Facebook(which proved pointless) and Instagram (okay, I'm officially a stalker now. Btw do you even use Twitter?), and I don't understand how someone that looks like you do would be emotionally bullied. I mean, I almost thought that you joined the support group out of boredom, because it's hard to believe that you'd be bullied in any way. I have this belief that good looking people are hardly ever bullied. (In case you didn't catch on, I just called you beautiful)God, I'm pretty sure that after you read this, you'll have

Hey Emma,First off, I just want to tell you how happy I am that you responded. I literally wanted to forget all about me sending you that email, because it just felt downright weird right after I hit send. I guess now, I didn't do a weird thing(did I?)And, I gotta say, you're going to be fun to talk to. Your letter was equally nice to read. You got a really good sense of humor, and that's nice to know. I won't have to explain my (terrible) jokes to you, I hate doing that shit. It ruins everything for me. I'm not gonna tell you how I got to know your Instagram. That's something that you'll have to live with. Closet writer, huh?  Do you specialise in poetry or something, because the second line ( I think it was the second) of your letter actually rhymed. I can't rhyme to save my life, no matter how hard I try. I don't want to say anything about your hurtf

Hey Emma,I dont know what made you so unhappy yesterday, but I'm sorry that you felt that way. You didnt have to apologise( i understand its simple courtesy) because having bad days is pretty normal. I dont even talk to anyone at all if I'm having a bad day. And if i had known what was going on with you, I would've tried harder to make you laugh. Btw, you not laughing is another thing you shouldnt apologise for. My attempt was lame anyways.You asked me my question back, thats unfair. I guess what i did could be considered as weird. But not anymore, at least to me. Dark humor is still humor. I dont know if i prefer it to other forms of humor though. And yeah, youre right. I dont read much non fiction, much less poetry. I do read books, so i guess i could say yourr partially right. Academic books, biographies, self help books, things like that. I occasionally read mystery

Hey.  I almost ended this here, because you did say to say just 'hey' in my next letter so you'd feel better. But I need to clarify some things first, because I don't like the fact that you're feeling guilty for hitting the nail on the wall. Because that's the only thing you did, and that's not exactly offensive. In fact, it's not offensive at all.  I'd say you should go with psychology. It seems like a talent, just like writing is for me. Don't let it go to waste, Nate.  Lemme start off by apologising. I sent you an email late, way late( though we don't exactly have a schedule for this, do we?)You felt bad, and that's probably the only reason I'm apologising right now. I'm sorry for not sending you an email sooner. I wanted to, but I couldn't find the right words. I stared at my computer (I don't know the actual number of times) about seven times before deciding, what the heck!! I don

Hey, again,You might be shocked to see two entire emails from me. I too am shocked at myself. I can't believe I'm sending you two emails. I mean, it's not like you sent me two emails and I have to do the exact same thing. Then again, you're making me do things I never thought I'd do. It's both cool and scary. Big kudos to you, Nate. I can't really remember what I sent you in the last email, but I remember this comment you made though. You said that, you'd be fine just talking about random nonsense like the weather. I'd rather you take a shotgun and end my life, seriously. If you really like talking to me, and would want to keep talking to me, then please, no small talk about the weather and things that don't really matter.Doing that is almost as effective as murdering me with an actual weapon. I'd die of boredom. Okay, since that is covered( I mean it, dude), I'm going to just write random rubbish, like you did in your letter( it's n