Hello, my name is Danica and this is my project.
If there is one thing in life that truly interests me, it’s people. Because there are so many of us and with each new person you get something unique and new and it’s never ending. What we do. What we think. How we think. What really matters to us and what really bothers us. What does each one of us stand for. What do we want and what do we need…. The answers to these questions fascinate me with each person that answers them. We all have things that remain unsaid and people we can’t or don’t want to be honest with. Everyone needs someone to talk to and everyone deserves to have someone that will listen to them with an open mind and an ear that won‘t judge. I would like to see what you have to say. From any perspective we can be seen as sand on the beach or someone specific that has thoughts and ideas all their own. It is so important that we connect with others. Sharing our feelings, problems, excitements, experiences. Everything. It is no mystery that Humans are an extremely social being. In this life all that matters is who we are as individuals. Ultimately, everything that happens depends upon everyone around us. Because a person is a person is a person is a person is you and me.


This is what I would like you to do. Write a letter. Write a letter to anyone about anything with no intention of that person ever seeing it. I believe that the letters we write and throw away are the ones that can be the most crucial to us. It can be anonymous or not. It doesn’t matter. Give yourself the chance to be completely honest with others and yourself. Dear mom. Dear dad. Dear Obama. Dear Iraq. Dear ex-friend. Dear depression. Dear love of my life. Dear teacher. Dear news. Dear celebrity. Dear diary. Dear relative. Dear God. Dear everyone. Dear no one. Dear me. These are the letters you’ve always been wanting to write. The things you’ve always wanted to say. The secrets you always meant to share or not. These are honest and they are you.

When I say write a letter it actually means type an e-mail.

You can send your letter to lostinpost09@gmail.com

And it will appear on this site for anyone who wants to see it.
Unless you do not want it shared publicly. Which you can of course request in your e-mail


Thank You


update! You can now view video updates on youtube!
http://www.youtube.com/user/LostinPost

Dear PB,

I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m not supposed to be this way. I am not the girl this ordeal is turning me into. I am strong. I am independent. I do not need you to help me feel self-worth.
So why can I not stop thinking of you? Why is it, whenever I’m feeling upset or stupid or worthless, I think of being with you? I’m growing a dependency on the fantasy of being associated with you.
I miss your witty comments, your laugh, your sarcasm. I wish you even remotely felt this way about me. I remember this past summer when people asked me if I liked you, and I responded “as a friend.”
Did you send them? Sometimes, when I’m having a really bad day, it makes me feel better to think that you did. I thought they were prying, at the time. I didn’t want to deal with the burden of vulnerabilty, of “liking someone.”
We got so close then, as friends. I remember having a conversation on the couch so intense, that we spent the entire time with our eyes fixated on each others eyes. And I miss your eyes.
I remember how, after 4 months of not seeing one another, that initial excitement of talking again. I had forgotten how close we had become- to me, you were an impossible fantasy, and the idea that you were excited about seeing me as well boggled my mind. The smile, the conversation, the constant volleying of sarcasm across the table. I felt comfortable simply being myself. I felt safe.
I tried looking you in the eye again, but it didn’t work. I was attempting to maintain eye contact, but then you suddenly stopped talking.
“What?” you said
“What what?”
“What was that look?”
I remember the dread as I scrambled to concoct an excuse, but somehow wished you knew the truth.

My friends make fun of me. They don’t know me as this person. They know me as the uninhibited, strong, feminist girl who doesn’t take crap. Now they’re seeing this vulnerable lovesick puppy who can barely think straight.
I think you have a girlfriend now, anyways.
Oh well.
Withdrawl starts…now.