Dear No One [on hold]

January 11 ~ 9am

Dear whoever you are,

Um, hi there..

I know you're now thinking that I'm really weird for writing back to you on another piece of paper in this stupid biology textbook. But for some reason, I actually find this...comforting, yet a little strange because this doesn't usually happen to me on a daily basis. 

So yeah, um, I don't know what to say. 

I'm not really good with this whole "letter-writing stuff". But screw it, I'll just write what I can write.

Uh, well, I read what you wrote behind my entry from yesterday. Well duh, obviously I read it because that's pretty much the reason why I'm doing this right now.

So, we share the same biology textbook? Okay then. That's cool, I guess.

And yes, "Mollie" is my actual name (it's pronounced as "maw-lee". The spelling's a little odd, I know. My parents thought it was unique, I don't know.)  but since you never told me yours, I'm not telling you my last name. So yeah, ha! We're even. Well, kinda because I still don't know your name. Never mind, we're not. :/

And no, haha, I'm not an alien planning to kidnap you in the later days. Where the heck do you even get that idea from? You're a little paranoid, huh?   

Anyway, another reason why I'm writing back is because I just wanted to say, thank you. 

Thank you for not judging me, on whatever I've written on that. I'm a little embarrassed that you read it but you kind of ruled that out for me when you said you were going through the same stuff.

Thank you for the positive feedback and advice as well. And haha, well I'll try using the sunglasses trick during class so Mr. Nicolletti won't catch me sleeping again.  

Oh and don't worry I'm not offended you've never heard of me before. I don't think anyone even knows me here. I'm the "new kid" at this school. Just transferred in here a couple of months ago.

Guess how many friends I've made so far.

If you guessed zero, then you are correct!

I've tried making friends during the first couple of weeks but they usually either just ignored me or just strolled away, giving me nasty looks. Like literally, if I spoke one word to any of them, they would just quickly walk away from me like I had ebola or something. I don't know if I did something wrong. They wouldn't say anything. I hate when people do that. If I did something wrong, I'd kinda want them to at least tell me instead of just keeping quiet and giving me obnoxious looks.

No offense, but this school sucks.

Okay, enough of me ranting. So, we are now learning about the bicarbonate buffering system and Mr. Nicolletti needs to go because I cannot stand him anymore. He's probably the worst teacher I've ever had.

I'm just really bored right now. Well, no surprise there since I'm always bored in this class everyday. I was forced to take biology. I suck at science. AND MATH. Oh God, those are my two worst subjects ever. I don't even want to have a career related to those evil subjects. I kinda want to be a writer, or maybe travel around the world. Even though I probably won't even be that good in those either.

Anyway, enough of me. You said you can't sleep at night as well. Why not? If you tell me, I'll tell you my reason. Okay, I know that sounded a bit creepy but hey, I'm trying to relate here. 

I hope I don't sound too creepy. If it makes you feel better, I have no clue who you are, or how you look like, heck, I don't even know your name yet, so you're pretty much safe.

I know you said you wouldn't give me the key to your deep and darkest secrets but would it be alright to give me the key to your...shallow and lightest secrets? Yeah, I don't even know if that made sense.

I don't know, it's just that you're pretty much the first person who's actually communicated with me here and I kinda want to continue this letter sending thing. And you do seem pretty kind, unlike the assholes here.

Okay, I've written way too much, sorry. I've never written a letter like this before. Usually I just write on my journal, to my journal, starting with "Dear Journal," all that stuff. But this, this seems way different because I'm writing this to an actual person. You. And you'll be reading this. Hopefully. 

Well this has been weird and awkward. But I really really hope you write back.

Sincerely, 

Just Mollie...and I'm not telling you my last name until you tell me your actual name!

P.S., It's alright. I'm a shitty writer too. You aren't alone in this. :)

And if you don't write back, then I might actually turn into an alien overnight and abduct you soon. ;)

No but seriously, please write back. I really need a friend...and I've literally written like more than a page long full of word vomit here during an important lecture which I should be paying attention to. So, mind paying back the favor?