Hey. How are you doing? This might be a bit weird, but a mutual friend of ours suggested that I try this. You know, to exorcise any demons and what not. But I guess what’s really ironic is that the two of us are involved. I’ve always hated writing letters, much preferring to let my head just go wild, and you’ve always preferred things on a computer for safer keeping. But hey, life is tough, and then you die. That’s enough of the pussy-footing I guess. I mean, of course there’s a reason for my writings. And to an extent, I’d be right. I let my emotions get the best of me. I let anger rule my heart.