I'm going to start off this letter by saying that I don't understand why they thought this was necessary.
This is a bloody dumb idea. I don't even know you and I'm supposed to tell you about my life. There's not much to it, really. I'm just a gay loser with no friends who listens to too much music. I have no social life and the only places I go to are concerts, the music store and therapy.
All I can really talk to you about are bands and music, but I highly doubt you listen to the same music I do.
But whatever. I don't really know what else to say. I'm not good at talking to people.
So, yeah. Answer if you want. Or don't, I don't really blame you. Nor do I care.