Dear Postsecret,

I am constantly humbled by the beautiful world. I am lost and misunderstood. I let on to be strong, but instead I became more secretive. When I was young I made a sacrifice for the world before I knew what I was giving up. I made more promises than I could ever keep. I have suffered for a greater good; one I have no clue about. I knew that love wouldn't fix everything if the love wasn't from me to myself. I have vivid and gorgeous dreams. I cry to the music of sad voices asking why they're here. I'm afraid of what my future brings because what if I'm not what I want to be? All I ever wanted was to draw, write, and play music. Everytime I pick up pastels or my notebook or my piano; nothing comes out.
I feel empty and no one cares.

Sincerely,
Sad Voice asking why they're here

To An Issue of a Different Nature,

I misunderstand you. I apologize for that because I now realize that problems do not simply appear for no reason but instead are the consequences of an inappropriate due course of action. These actions may be young ones, birthed by ignorance or curiousity; possibly even a second of stupidity. No matter how it was set it still existed and that miniscule mistake may be the reason why I feel followed. I am followed by a past, by a regret, by those problems. I will continue to misunderstand you until you disappear. Distance makes two fonder. I cannot say that one day I will be fond of you, but I will say that your disappearance will keep me wondering what to do with my life next. After you've gone and disapparated from the platform of my losses.

Yours,
Anahi Duarte