စိတ်ထဲရှိသမျှ

Dear Lilly, I do not know what I will say in this letter. Maybe I won't say anything. I am very depressed. All I want to do is sleep or cry and the only thing that keeps me from giving in is that more than anything. So instead of sleeping my day away, I write. Poems, stray thoughts in my journal, and, of course, letters. Sometimes I mail them, like this one to you, and sometimes they are just letters to myself. Sometimes it’s stuff that I don't even know I am going to write like it's coming from someone else's mind but it's in my handwriting.