Now, normally I would start this next entry off with: "Dear Girl", but this whole book is a single letter, not multiple. Here it goes. Plunging into the darkness of my heart is like the Forbidden Forest. Everything is dark, scary, and mysterious, and the only light is my love, shining on the form of Hagrid's lantern. And the funny thing is, I don't even know If you'll get the Harry Potter references, because I have only really know you for a week! Hormones, am I right? Anyways, enough with the metaphors, (for now). If there's one thing I fear in life, It's talking to girls. You see, there's science behind it. Getting to know a girl, dating, marriage, and reproduction are the ultimate goals of our entire race. Our only purpose is to have children. (Not us specifically, because that would sound weird and perverted and would ruin my chances of ever getting a date.) The ultimate goal of the human race is to continue itself, using reproduction as methods to achieve this. If I mess up talking to a girl, my instincts and hormones go nuts because I lost a chance to fulfill my instinctual mission as a human being. And of course, my brain says that is bad, and I failed. Whoop-dee-doo. Besides that, I have to deal with my heart telling me to go say something to you that's not a casually funny remark or a unrelated fact or talking about how incompetent Roman is. I'm having trouble talking to you in real life, my brain, and my heart are tearing each other apart and what's left is falling onto this letter.
