Dear death,
Hey it's me again. I've been busy lately, please forgive me for not sending you any letters recently.
How have you been? I guess you could say I'm doing well, but in our world I would say I'm not doing well. I've been bottling up all my stress and sadness, I don't know what to do. I have no one to talk to, no one who would understand my feelings towards my withering self. I'm writing to you to relieve my stress, maybe you understand. Do you? I feel like you're the only being who can understand beings like me. Please help me...
Until the next letter,
최 영재.
