Confused letter

I am writing this informative drained heart pumping emotionial letter in my paradise luxury yact that I hired from last year through a very close friend's agency.Yielding confession's slipping out from driven convocation my partner and I have been having whilst lying in bed reflecting the rush hour periods of both our life's we deal with on a daily basis. For the last four months I've been feeling my purposes are all heading in all directions being blocked through crowded screaming outburst raging flashbacks that seem to enjoy playing with my mentality. I have no clue for the reasons its likable purpose still baffles me leaving open opinions and views.