Dear Agony, 

                        I guess you're wondering why the hell a random stranger is writing a letter (a letter?! As if we still use pen and paper to communicate these days), and why the hell I'm writing to a stranger on death row. I guess it's 'cause I think you'll understand me better than my therapist does, and she's paid to understand me. If it's come to the point where I think a criminal will understand me better than her, the world has gone truly mad. Or maybe the world has stayed sane, and I've just not realised that it's me who's off their rocker. 

I think by writing these letters to you, a weight will be lifted off my chest. And it gives you something to do as you sit in a cage... Sorry, that was insensitive. I'm just really anxious to get this over and done with. Honestly, what I'm about to spill over these pages is something I've never dared utter to any living soul, and since you won't be living for much longer, I thought it might be the perfect opportunity for me to try and redeem myself. Crap! I'm sorry for keep bringing it up, it must be really weird and saddening. Sometimes I'm too blunt for my own good. 

Hopefully you'll get this, and get to reply to me. If you don't reply, I'm still going to send these letters - I'm stubborn like that.

From

            Aaron. 

P.S That's not my real name by the way, I don't want you hunting me down if you somehow escape. I'm already risking enough sending you these letters. I'm not that stupid.