Dear Seth,

I'm sorry that I was not able to write to you here last night. Issues with the internet. Meh go figure. It was an okay night you could say. I dreamed of you though I don't know what of. It's faded only to come up in my thoughts at a time where I per chance need it most, well one could only wish.

There are still issues with uh the unsavory characters that are posting about disgusting things which I will not mention here. Though some are really funny I do go ahead and delete them.

And one other thing. It seems that I have someone that is stalking my letters to you. I so want to keep writing to you as I do but it's honestly a little frighting at the same time as well. This person needs to really stop doing this. She's also stalking chat too.

I write as I do to you like I do because it's the only way to keep my anonymity yet have you know how I feel about you and what is going through my head. And I'm sure that you know who I am. All you have to do is look at the ip addresses from which I write as myself and uh the other person.

I'm not ready to give up who I am but I never thought that it would go this far either. My intent was to never lead anyone on or give them the wrong impression. I fear that I may break a few hearts and I don't want that to happen.

Now to go and read more letters to make sure this idiot that's posting about poop isn't also again doing it in other peoples letters too. You are so going to owe me one of these days Mr. Hayward and I know exactly what I am going to demand too. ;)

p.s. I love you