Dear Rick,
My life isn't always sunshine and lollipops.
Sometimes it is, but when it's not, it's a cold and dark day filled with mystery.
A day where you look at people and realize things about them that other people can't see.
My days aren't always fun.
On Friday, sometimes I feel hurt and broken inside knowing that he likes another girl.
A month filled with no worries or anything.
My months aren't always peachy keen and some holidays are not fun.
Christmas, I don't get anything.
Halloween, I don't even have to dress up and I still scare people.
Thanksgiving, I eat alone.
Easter, I can never find any eggs.
Valentines Day, I spend it alone curled up in a ball in a corner crying cause I will never be beautiful.
I'm writing this all down cause he said it will make me feel better. I'm writing to you cause I know you'll listen and won't judge the first time you see me if you ever will. For that, I'd like to thank you.
For reading my days.
~Frankie
