Dear Miss Anjali S., hopefully miss.

I really need your help every night for the past few days i seem to find myself in my bed and my body drifting somewhere else and being used by a bunch of pricks for their personal gain and also to destroy me, i can understand that as a being on your own cannot stop them but can you somehow put the address of MRMOD into my head so that i may help myself and end this charade of assholes and worthless scums that’s messing up my life and that of the community as well as the world, maybe.

In the coming months and maybe weeks or sometimes maybe days my opinion may change about you and it may become rather disturbing i saw this kinda shit and I’d rather give you a heads up. I’ve no where else to turn to i cant go to the other side as they will report me to the police as the big financial lady’s manager said so, they are not an option and i have met dead ends when looking for the bitch and her father, every time a person walks with a white goatee and a fat belly i think it’s him but then i only get disappointment. And seeing you and talking to you is also out of the option as i cant just say where do you live that’s not right asking a girl and also the questions that may follow will be stranger and I’m not up to this kinda shit, it’s too much. And if they do it right and i know they are doing fine they will have the witch burning law re-enacted and will have the town turned against me and they will burn me on a frigging stake if they want. All i want is a little help i will pay you back i promise please help me, i just herd in my head that you are in a relationship, that’s fine I’m not asking you to sleep with me or give me your hand in marriage, did think of that one for a while, i just want an address for the benefit of an abused individual.

Oh and i hope you have Internet access and know what and where i publish this letters if not then I’m SCREWED.