"More than a stunning debut. It is the announcement of a bold new literary voice"
—Stephen Chbosky, author of The Perks of Being a Wallflower

I would like to say that thing I want to say have been said in the previous letter- the one posted on the 13th of november adressed to Myself. If the person who wrote that is reading this now I want you to know how much it meant to me to know that I wasn’t crazy when I felt like that. So thank you.
Sometimes I feel that I am loosing bits of myslef and they are floating away. So slowly that I don’t seem to notice until they are on the horizon and almost out of sight. I have moments where I remeber myself and wonder what has hapopened and whether I can ever get a hold of those pieces again. It scares me to think that I might have lost them forever.