Dear No One [on hold]

January 10 ~ 2pm

Dear Mollie B.,

-and if that's not your actual name, uh...well then,

Dear 'whoever wrote that letter, or diary entry, whatever that was',

So yeah, you kind of left your piece of letter, diary entry, this thing you wrote, inside my biology textbook. Or should I say, our biology textbook since this is a "passed on" textbook and you probably use this during first period and I use this during last.

Yeah, so, I kind of read your entry.

But I didn't mean to read it on purpose, I swear. I just thought it was leftover homework questions or answers to the homework questions which would've been pretty awesome. But it wasn't, so that kind of sucked.

I know I should've stopped reading it right after the "dear journal," part but I don't know, I just didn't. I totally respect your privacy though, and I promise not to do that again...if you ever leave another one of your entries in this textbook. I'm just really glad that there weren't any secrets written in there so I don't really have to feel that much guilt after reading it.

Anyways, the reason why I kept reading your entry and why I'm responding to it (unlike a normal person who wouldn't and would just leave it alone) is because I can relate to what you're going through.

Don't worry. I feel the same way. I don't really get along with anyone here either. For me, I feel like this school is full of made up people. Like the way they act, they're just trying to impress others when really, they aren't being their selves. It bothers me. So I stay as a lone wolf in this building full of "those people".

Haha, I also am what the kids call "sleep deprived". Insomnia is my middle name. The reason why I can't sleep at night is because, well, bad shit happens at my home. Especially during the night.

But it's not like I'm gonna give you the key to all my deepest and darkest secrets all of sudden on just the back of a written piece of lined paper.

I barely even know who you are.

Well, except for your name...again if that's even your real name. I'm not sure. Sorry, but I've never heard of you before. Don't take it personal. I don't really pay attention to anyone here.

But, I really do wish you the best.

And again, remember, you aren't alone in this. It's alright. Everything's gonna be fine. Okay?

Just hang on there.

Oh and by the way, yes, I agree. Mr. Nicolleti is the worst bio teacher ever. I've fallen asleep in his class several times and I haven't gotten caught yet. See, that old guy has really bad vision so the trick is, you'll just need a pair of cool dark sunglasses, wear them, then just sit there and fall asleep while he thinks you're listening and bam! There you go. You now have your own 'nap time' class.

You're welcome.

Also, try not to leave your entries inside a textbook again. You're lucky I'm not someone else who might spread that around. I'm a good guy. Well, most of the time. Don't worry.

Sincerely,

The shitty writer who wrote this response to your diary, journal entry, whatever that was. Not gonna say my name 'cause again, I don't know who you are and you could probably be some crazy alien who's planning to abduct me in the later days.