Dear Readers,
It has been a few years since the last entry and I intend to remedy that. As you know this site began as a social experiment in which others could come and step into the eyes of someone so sick in love that they wrote a heartfelt letter to someone who would probably never see it. For the same reason that we watch romantic trilogies, knowing they will ultimately end in demise. We endulge in tabloids, reality television, and chase a lover whom is far more toxic than a cure. We crave to be outside of ourselves in hopes that we might take part in the emotional spectrum of someone else. If reading letters causes no end result to our lives and leaves no mark of permanence to ourselves, is it wrong?
The answer, I leave to your discression. However, do not forget to ...
Read Before Returning to Sender.
-Vanessa The Vivacious
This blog is built by the imperfect bricks we are. The letters you see here are those we've sent, those we regret, and the ones we never meant to send.
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