Mystery Letters.

About an hour ago, I felt completely useless. At that moment in time, I was convinced that indulging in past bad habits would make everything okay. Flicking through my Blogger updates to see an old but familiar name was the begining of cheering me up. "Something to read, something to take my mind off of my dreary life." and I read. Then I read again. Then I read another few times.

Reading over that second last paragraph, just reading and re-reading, it made me realise this is not the end of the world, I am not completely worthless, there are plenty of other people I should think about besides myself. The Enemy. God, The Enemy. You couldn't have described it better, "I felt loved and scared and used and dirty and elated and ecstatic and you were right there with me, experiencing it" that's exactly how it was. Absolute madness. Far from the norm. But like you said, we are insane, aren't we?

A million 'thank you's, albeit, a bit late. I'd hate to have you think you're mearly a facebook friend. You are so much more than that. Everytime I walk by Waterstones I get excited. And there's a life size cut out of that silly shiney vampire in the window of Forbidden Planet that I keep telling myself I'm going to buy and ship it to you.

You may hate listening to yourself but I could listen to you for days. There's so much to know. You may also hate reflection but that's the gritty part about blogging! And there's nothing I enjoy more than reading something that you've typed, when it's full of emotion.

I like the silence too. It's comfortable silence, I feel. But never think of yourself as 'just a facebook friend', we have this secret place where we can write to eat other but no one will know. None of this "how are you" nonsense, I like to read about the real stuff. Type more for my amusement? Atleast to pass the time. To get it out in the open. To rage more. I love it when you write. There's been nothing that has come from you that I haven't liked. I still have one, locked away, "My Delilah, you name is lit up now. In blue and red flashes, it gleams on the front door. The torch light shines on your greying face. Your smiling. Your name is finally in lights, my dear Delilah. Hey there, Delilah. They forgot you."

I hope to hear more.