letters I'll never send

Is it strange that sometimes I'll write letters that I have no intention of ever sending?

I'll just take a page out of whatever's around, and start writing a letter. I'll say everything on my mind and I won't hold back. Just writing everything down helps me gets my thoughts in order and helps me figure out just what it is that's been bothering me.

And then I'll fold it up, drop it back in my bag, and hold on to it until I step out of the library, or the boring lecture I'm in, or what have you, until I get a chance to sit somewhere outside when it's not too windy or dry, and let it scatter as ashes into the sky.

It's been a while since the last one I wrote.