I actually realized today that... I've been having a lot of "Dear John," moments (21st century style). As in...

Wait, before I begin, I'd like to add a disclaimer. I actually have never really paid attention to Dear John when I saw it at a sleepover. So, I'm sorry if I get the plot wrong. I mean "Dear John," moments as in writing to a loved one for comfort.

I suppose I'm somewhat notorious for writing extremely long explosive emails to friends. In these emails, I ask for advice. I rant. Along with these rants, I usually write about the situation for an hour or two before coming to a self-revelation or a philosophical revelation. I cannot say how amazing this process is. Because I have been writing these emails to my friends, I have documented my whole thought process up to my sudden eureka! moment. It's really quite amazing.

I'm really glad to have friends that accept these emails (even though I only write to two of you). I love you guys. Seriously, you guys mean a lot to me.

Dear John,
Thank you.