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 you,
I really have no idea if you feel the same way as I do, but I do think of you a lot.  I think about if you miss me now and then, I think about what we’d be doing now if we were still together, and I think about whether or not to think about you.  You’re in my thoughts a lot.  Mostly because you’ve changed my life.  I don’t hate you, I just couldn’t handle you anymore.  It was time to pass you on, in  sense.  You made me who I am today and let me discover myself and what I was capable of.  I’m sorry, so sorry, if I hurt you but if was for both of our benefits.  It would’ve been no good continuing the way we were - bickering every other day, hiding what we mean and showing what we don’t, lying to try and heal this wound, the secrecy of the feelings we felt when we were with other people.  Rebellion!  I wanted it so bad, but you wouldn’t let me go!  So I had to let you go.  I’ve got this intricate mind, that really controls me.  My mind and me are two different people, responding to the same name.  When you asked me why I did it, I said I didn’t know.  I was serious, I didn’t know.  I didn’t know.  But my mind did.  I just seem to keep repeating myself, thank you but sorry, thank you but sorry, thank you but sorry.  Thank you for sharing God with me, I think of him and often pray to him and confide in him.  But I’m sorry that I left without saying thank you.  I know we’ll make it.  Perhaps someone will come around like you did to me and make you open your eyes to this big world!  I know that if you ever read this, you’d think we’d be able to get back together and pick things up where they left off.  No, this is not the case.  It’s impossible for me to do so.  My efforts would be wasted.  I’ve moved on and I’m hoping you did the same. …Please do the same.  There are other people in my thoughts now.  You no longer cause me sorrow, but when thinking of these people so close to me now, I do experience great sorrow.  Now that I think about it, maybe I do know why I left.  It might’ve been because you laughed in my face when I admitted what I wanted in life or how you never came to terms with the fact that we’d never be together forever, or perhaps the phscotic behavior you seemed to develop towards the end, and even maybe because of your constant need for attention and to bask in its glory as the one who has grasped it until it’s taken away from you and you turn into a monster.  A monster which I do not know.  Anyways, to sum this whole nag session up, I’m glad this is an e-mail because it would’ve taken ages to write this down, stroke by stroke.  Don’t you love my beautiful words?
From Me.