"I have been in your ask box ever since I read that message you sent me, thinking of what I must say and… I can’t find anything right tell you, since you’re so awesome. Like she said, tongue-tied. Anyway, I’ll just let my fingers lead the way. I confess that I always view your blog—see? You’re that amazing to me. It’s not just the deep words, beautifully crafted sentences that lures me into reading; but the feeling, the honesty, the darkness, even—they all speak my emotions. I’m not selfish in relation to praising artists or their art but I just cannot, and mind you, this is a first, I cannot express; I cannot find the right words to tell you how… how great you are. Great is not even enough to begin with. I apologize if this is another of those super-fan letters I assume you get everyday but since the opportunity is right in front of my face, I prefer to grab it. This is so long now and I’ve done so much editing and thinking—it doesn’t even fit in your ask box anymore! Haha! I really am sorry if I sound creepy—look creepy since you’re reading or sound creepy because there’s that reading voice in your mind but that’s yours, not mine. Sorry if you sound creepy? Is that right? Gah! Ok. I’m stopping. Just… keep writing, don’t stop. Even if that has a tremendous, vast, colossal, BIG effect on me since you’re the only person that could make my tongue tie, not literally, okay? :) Oh. I’m talking to a genius, of course you know what I mean. I’m stopping now now. :( Sorry."
What do you do when you're too sad to confront the reason why you feel that way?