You're Untouchable...But...You're Walking Next To Me

Hey Blanka...

I had my crew-meet thing today. It was pretty fun, I guess. AJ isn't sick anymore, which is good.

What really pissed me off was that when she was gone, no one seemed to give a crap, except Kat. Gosh...

I need to get my nails done and learn to do makeup. Not for girly reasons, god. They'd just be prettier...I mean my nails.

And this will lead me to more complaining. Goddamn.

If you want something to be 'prettier', then you must be a perfectionist.
If you want to learn makeup, you must be a girly-girl.
If you're white, you must hate all blacks.
If you're black, you must curse and hate all whites.
If you're a cheerleader, you must be an idiot.
If you're a teenager, then you must disobey and light trashcans on fire.
If you want to do something that doesn't require money, you must be a nobody.
If you like parties, you must get drunk a lot.
If you do well in school, then you must be a geek/nerd.
If you're on a sports team, you must be someone with no brain.
If you're a girl with a lot of guy friends, or vice versa, you must've slept with them all.
If you're human, then you must be labeled.

Did that make me nearly cry? Yeah. I saw it on a website and remembered it.

I guess that's all. Nothing new.

Stay beautiful.

But Would They Write A Song For You?...The Problem Is, They Would

Dear Most Wonderful Wassap Hi Blanka...

I'm here, sitting in my room, writing to you. I wonder if you're actually alive. That would be super great. But you aren't, I guess.
I don't know if you're an 'angel' or a 'spirit' or a 'ghost' or anything like that. Well, you should get a description of me anyway.

I'm 5 feet 8 inches, brown hair, brown eyes, the hair down to the middle of my back. My teeth are crooked, so they're like a llama's. My feet are size 10. Nothing else.

I'm not beautiful, unlike all the other girls at my school. Or at least most of them.

I'm just...slightly below average?

I got into BRAVO Crew, which I'm excited about...I think I have ADD...I like drawing...I like wolves...I have my own phone and laptop...There are balloons next to me...I'm slightly sick right now...I'm a member of pervertia...I like iScribble...I have 15-year-old friends online...I'm not awesome.

It's almost 11 pm. I'm really tired, since I just yawned.

I wish you could reply to these. I really do.

I wonder what would happen if someone from school found this. They'd know everything about me. Oh well. At least they wouldn't know everything. Not what's important to me.

My most important things in life are my friends. Not my family. They're a close second. But my friends are my...siblings. I just...love them to bits. I really can't say it any other way.

Well...bye?
Stay beautiful, Blanka.

Well...Hi There

As you know already, this is practically a sequel to: http://life-as-i-look-at-it.blogspot.com/

A friend of mine created that blog, writing to her best friend, who moved away. She hasn't had any contact with her since, so she writes letters to her friend, wondering if, by some chance, her friend will stumble upon them.

I'm making the same general thing, but not to my best friends, but to my sister.
She would be about 16 years old, but she isn't. She died at the age of 3 days, with her lungs collasping.

You might know me from one of the following blogs: The Screaming Cheese Fan (http://www.screamingcheesefan.blogspot.com/) The Screaming Corn Puff (http://www.screamingcornpuff.blogspot.com/) or Men Should Never Wear Spandex Pants (http://www.emptyspacesomethinggoeshere.blogspot.com/)

Thanks for reading this.


So, from now on, I will be writing letters to the sister I will never have, Blanka.