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Dear Patrick,
I feel like such a jerk writing this. But what the hell, I'll give it a shot. I've tried every other method for getting over someone, so I guess this is a last resort.
The website said to just 'write whatever you'd like to tell the person'. But I want to tell you everything. Even the stupid stuff, like how I saw a bird fly off with a dude's burrito in the park yesterday. And of course there's stuff I've wanted to tell you since the day we met, but that's more like third or fourth letter material. Wow, my handwriting is shit. Even if I did give this to you you'd never be able to read it. But I'm not allowed to give this to you, the website said. I've got to just spill out all my deepest feelings, lock them up and forget about them. That way, I'll get closure or whatever. I hate that word, it makes it sound like you've died or something.
I don't know how much I'm supposed to write in these things. Enough to get over you, I guess. If that's the case, then I'm going to need a lot more paper. Oh, listen to me, this is so stupid. The only way I'm going to get over you is by not thinking about you ever, not by writing a lame letter like some silly diary entry telling you all the things I wish I could say. Tomorrow, at rehearsal, I'm going to shut off all of these feelings and just play the fucking music, that's all. You're just some stupid kid I met like three months ago, I'm not in love with you, it's just a crush.
Anyway, this was a waste of time. What the hell am I doing, writing letters to nobody. Do I have to sign it from me too? This just reached a new level of fucking lame.
From Pete, I guess.