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.