This letter is for you, you that can’t sleep, eat, breathe or think — not because you are happy but because you are unable to escape from the hurt in your heart. You that is reading this message and has been desperately seeking for a ray of hope but doesn’t know how long it will take to get your life back. You that have friends but doesn’t have anyone to talk to about the drama that’s going on in your head. You that have become a loner not because you enjoy solitude and not willing to blend with people but because people have continually disappointed you. This letter is for you, you that’s allowing loneliness to become an acid that eats away at you.