A book is the only place in which you can examine a fragile thought without breaking it, or explore an explosive idea without fear it will go off in your face. It is one of the few havens remaining where a man's mind can get both provocation and privacy.
Dear _____,
Today was...a day. I would write about it more, but it takes so much out of me emotionally and physically. Its one of those things that even if you explain in detail, no one can every truly grasp the pain. I wish I could put a camera in my head to record my thoughts and emotions so that I can convey it better but I can't. I want to scream my story from the mountain tops, I want to tell someone that's in my shoes that they're not alone. Every time I think about the events of today I get tired. It's so draining. I wish I could say more, but I fear Iv'e already said too much.
