Gotten idea around August 2021

Dear Stranger,

To you who reads this who hear the suffering thoughts of mine.

         It is only to you that see these dreadful words, but beware for the darkness consumes me when those who leave me as the single ice melts coldly.  In a circle there I lay, alone and cold, while a dark abyss surrounds every other.  Disappearing into nothing, I see only myself in a hollow circle where darkness surrounds the outside.  To the therapist that you are shall hear these sorrowful words:  How is it that you like every other that volunteered to be another and hear the troubled's words is still listening?  Is it true that you even care?  But you asked to do this, several of you did, so I presume that you wanted to help.  Though I wonder can you even do this, even help I, whom writes the cold and darkness?  I live in dread thus coldness and anxiety that fills the pit in my stomach that is known as a heart, where everything I enjoy and like are put down.

             To the listener that you are, will you help me understand why is everything called useless.  Why is everything giving me the anxiety of the sick from the members that given life itself to me?  To a wish I seek, to write I passion, to sing I plead, to a friend I need...To the wanderer, that picked this up why do masculines get it better and do what they cherish?  The love of my dreaming that you never understand, how is that a "masculine" skill than neither a lady never can do?  So I formally ask, to you that listens and hear my plead, what do I not understands that made me like this and thus share this fate of cruelty.

Story where school has people volunteer to become a therapist troubled students.  They are all anonymous.

Then a troubled student writes first letter to the stranger, he takes opportunity to try to help her.

At first she thinks its a girl but then he reveals the therapist (being himself) is a boy "bold for you to assume I'm a girl."  She tells about her life, things bad about it, and her anxiety.

She also likes one thing but society shuns her for doing it: guitarist.

He feels a similar way for being a pianist.

Pianos are devoted to be more feminine and guitars to be more masculine in this book world.