Dear Yvette

Dear Yvette,
I start with you, despite telling your best friend that I was going to begin this ordeal by writing to your mother. Here we are though with a letter written to...well...myself. 
"What are you doing exactly with this?" One might ask. I guess I might respond with the fact that 1. you're crazy. And 2. You're also kind of creative. I do admit, as your harshest critic, that you do come up with creative ideas at times and when you do it's rare you act upon them. Even when you do follow through with them you don't usually finish them...and I highly doubt you will finish this endeavor. Do you realize that this requires you to take at least five minutes out of your entire day to write a little letter to someone who, hopefully you've predetermined to write to so that you don't have to also come up with that. Do you even know 364 people to write to?
Ok I'm being a bit harsh on you. Again...best and worst critic. I'm just a little doubtful that this will actually work. And why start writing to myself? It sounds like I'm some kind of schizophrenic or something. Maybe because we all need to start somewhere and I've started out small. I plan on expanding my circle to those closest to me and all the way out to famous peoples and eventually God himself. A solid plan, one might say. I still doubt it.
However, you've gone this far to create a blog and I pat you on the back for that (literally patting on back happening). That's a step to success. Too bad you weren't more successful in some of your other creative ideas. How long has it been since you've actually finished a drawing? A poem? Even a blog post on your other blog?
Maybe you need to snap out of your little introverted shell and become more involved in other people's lives. I know you don't care right now, but they might appreciate it. Just a suggestion. Or maybe you should just start taking their advice as your best friend wrote to you not too long ago about. Or maybe you can continue to just brush it off and say you're fine. That works too, you'll figure it out soon enough.
I have to say that you are a peculiar person. I also say I could continue to write this letter for days on end critiquing you on every little thing you do wrong or bad, but I don't think that's the purpose of these letters. I don't really know what the purpose of them is. Perhaps it is to let the people around you know how much you really love them seeing as you're horrible at confronting people and telling them in person. Maybe it's a place you can rant a little about someones quirks, but let them know that it's okay, you don't mind, because if you did you probably wouldn't keep them around. Not that those who aren't around have little quirks that you do mind. Or maybe they do. 
I think you might excite some people with the idea of these letters. Everyone wants to hear something about themselves. They love when the attention is on them. Secretly deep down we all do. Even you Yvette. Attention isn't always a bad thing, so maybe you're trying to help people cope with that idea and get used to the fact that sometimes the attention is on them.
But back to you. For a brief moment. 
You wrote a letter a few weeks ago. A harsh letter that was similar to this letter's style. A letter that will be burned in the new year so that no eyes can see it. The hope is for you to forget those things written down. To forget how much of a monster you are to yourself. To forget the horrible darkness you feel. To forget the loneliness that clings to you.
Perhaps opening up will be a good thing for you. It has helped in the past. Locking yourself up in a room is never the best solution, though sometimes needed. Sometimes though you just need to step outside, go for a walk and take a deep breath in of fresh air. Sometimes it's so hard to get out of bed, but maybe if you thought about the fact that you are still able to move your limbs (despite the pain) and that you can walk to the kitchen to get your own glass of water. Do you know how blessed you are?
It could always be worse.
So what is this? They're asking Yvette. How are you going to convince them to come back to read the next letter when this one was boring and self centered?
We all have to start somewhere...
Yours truly,
Yvette