So, I guess I'll write a letter after all. Day 6. I hope this sounds creepy.

Dear Stranger,
You're not really a stranger. Not to me. I've payed close attention to you for four years now. I used to check your myspace everyday. I'd leave you a comment about how amazing I think you are and how much I wish you would visit me. Acknowledge me. Reply to my comment. Anything. Please. You never did leave me a comment back. You say you read ALL your comments. If you do, why didn't you ever acknowledge mine? No, it's okay, I understand, you're busy. I love you regardlessly. You make me happy. You make me feel okay. You've helped me, more times than I can count. And once, I actually did get through. You visited me. We met. We shook hands. I didn't say much, because I was in awe. I doubt you remember me. I'd shit bricks if you did. You meet thousands of Mandys all the time. I guess you are a stranger, because I don't deeply know you. I don't know you any more than what you blog about, and include in your videos... and music. And you certainly don't know me. Maybe a bit, because of the comments I used to leave you. Isn't it funny though? How much you've impacted my life, and you don't even know it? Have I impacted your lives? Maybe. A tiny bit. Not in a memorable way, but that's okay. Anyway, I'm glad you exist.
You're my favourite strangers. -Mandy