letters to layla

WILLOW⚡️

                        lesbian:
          a homosexual woman

    today was fine. just peachy. after getting yelled at for about 10 minutes straight, i went on a walk. i was just thinking about sending a letter to a friend.

    but i forgot, i have no friends.

all my stories had this one address, 12750 bluerose lane. i decided to write to that address. when i was home alone of course, or id be looked at sideways for sending a letter even though it's 2016.

anyways, im willow. on the verge of white hair, translucent bluish eyes, and a very painful uneasy looking smile. i live in newflower, colorado. in newflower if you're lgbt+ you'll be hated.

im already used to that, so i told everyone.

thank god newflower is a big city or everyone would hate me.

i locked myself in my room and started to form the first letter on a crease-free pink sheet of paper.

"hello, whoever.
my names w. i have nobody to send letters to so i chose you! you probably won't respond but ill just complain for a bit. im not sure if you live in newflower but, lgbt people are hated. extremely hated. i happen to be a lesbian so i have 0 friends. i also have a mother who yells at me for the littlest things. and my father, who passed away from lung cancer (from smoking) used to be the happiness in the house.
anyways, write back?
-w"
i slipped it in a envelope and i was going to mail it tomorrow when my mother was going to go to the salon for her nails. 

i hope they respond.
        i just want a friend.
                i pretend i don't care.
                         but i care so damn much.

               -WILLOW⚡️