Hey Bren

Hey Bren, you'll never read this and you'll never know who i am, and that's okay. But someone told me to write what i felt, and i needed to adress it to somebody. So all that shit might be stupid, but whatever ?

I always imagine myself hugging you, even tho it will never happend, because i want you to see me. That's stupid, i know. But i had this impression, that, if you see me, maybe i will feel worth to be seen ? Well, i'm weak, and i'm not able to be myself except if someone allowed me to. And a part of me is sure that you can understand that, you can understand the anxiety, and the sadness, because i remember this interviews, when you said "let's be real, i had a couple attempts for myself, y'know, when you're sit there, with various thought and various stuff..." and all i wanted to say it, that's happening to me every single night. And tonight, maybe it's a bit better, but i'm afraid about tomorrow. 

I just know you have nothing to say, you don't even know me, and maybe, you just don't care. But i'm this teens, who find in your music the strengh to go on after all. Thank you.