This letter is to my daddy..Now retread that and clear you mind. This letter is to the person who brought me into this world.This is a real story and I'm honestly scared to even wright this. Part of me want him to find this so he can see a fraction of how much pain he has caused and continues to cause me daily. Don't get me wrong I love him more than I like to admit,but some people are simply hard to love. Especially when the drag you nearly to hell and back. If you're reading this and surprised that I just said hell, it's not gana be the last time I cuss in this story. Sorry this letter..
So let me introduce myself and everything. My name is Anita Grace,but my teammates and family call me Gray, yes like the color but with an A instead of an E. I'm currently 16 when writing this "letter". I guess I'm your typical teenage girl. I wear hoddies, yoga pants and high tops pretty much daily. I used to be a band nerd.before I got sick. That's not important yet tho. My favourite colours are blue and green.(I actually don't like pink, or purple.) I have brown Native American curly,THICK hair and brown eyes. I'm not a stick figure barbie and I'm coming to terms with that (I say as I'm going to the gym in 2 hrs) anyways enough to of that lets get into the real reason for this letter or story whatever u wana call it.
