Dear Sad Person You,
It's your birthday. So I'll make this ripped paper a little more special and longer than the others. Well-- Christmas is just around the corner and I want to make you smile. I'll try to read this in front of you, searching a way to do not make my voice shake like a shy little autumn leaf. So-- first of all, Happy Birthday Sad Person. Be a Happy Person today, a real one. Smile to others, because you let them shine when you smile. I feel better, when you do. I know your parties are the most acclaimed of the whole school so even if I'd come this evening to say all the words I never told you, you wouldn't understand me in the caos and the messy crowd, or you'd push me away, afraid of what your straight friends would think about the gay guy that wasn't afraid of his own coming out. I'm confusing you, am I not? Let's re-take the first topic. Probably you won't even read this whole disaster that I already erased like eight times for the first five lines, but it's okay. I'll find a way to make you notice me. That's a promise to me and to you, and do you know why? Because we could become Happy People Us, together.
Yours sincerely,
-Sad Person Me
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Dear Sad Person You
FanfictionDear Sad Person You, Please, read this if you feel empty like me. Yours Sincerely -Sad Person Me In which a boy leaves ripped papers in another guy's locker.
