Josh, we got into a massive car crash.

Somehow you went into a coma and I got out with a sprained ankle.

They told me I would find someone else before you woke up again.

Well, today, I am leaving for the Hospital to pick you up.

Five months later, I just want you to know I still love you.

I get nightmares everynight.

It's always the same dream, i'm falling and you miss my hand.

It plays over and over in my mind during the day.

I wake up crying.

I was molested by my brother when I was 10 and he was 14.

I'm 19 now and I can't talk to my mom about it because she's bipolar, delusional, and abusive.

She'll just hurt me because she favors him.

I just need someone to know.

I have a sort of imaginary friend.

He has a name and everything. I don't know where he came from.

He came up about two years ago, when I realized that all my friends hate me.

I know I only imagine him because he's the only friend I have, and he's not even real.

Every day is a constant war between my father and me.

I can't remember the last time we actually had a real conversation,

Not just screaming and yelling.

What he doesn't know, is that all I really want to do is run up to him,

Throw my arms around him, and tell him I love him.