You've got mail (You've Got Mail) (№ 14629)

Sometimes I wonder about my life. My life is valuable to me, but she's modest. I think the reason I do what I do. Because I like it or because I don't have the courage for something else? What I see around me reminds me about books, but perhaps it should be the other way around? I need an answer. I so want to get this bloody question, sending it to nowhere in space.