Subject: Siandien as labai tingiu ka nors rasyti

This letter is not to be construed as a thinly veiled open letter to ANY particular D-land characters. Do you know why I know this? Why, for instance, does this totally cute girl i know**, who wears a totally normal 6 elsewhere, have to struggle to pack dat ass into a nine or even a godforsaken ELEVEN if she tries to slum it at Charlotte Russe?

I totally couldn't talk without you, seriously, for real. I've already wasted too much of my emotions and myself on this... it just needs to stop. I've really been driving myself crazy about the whole thing... and I realized I let this thing take over my life. HOTT BOYS, hugs, singing, dirty dancing, my friends, having fun!!!, God, Y.O.U., dork parties, driving, MUSIC, Love, Laughter, being myself, Daniel Radcliffe, My cat, school spirit, football games, flip-flops, Australian and New Zealand accents, making out, holding hands, guitars, Rallies, soul sisters and brothers, relationships, flip phones, smelling good, boys that smell good, singing at the top of my lungs and most of all...

Invisible friends.

I love her.