These next 3 parts are from my old story:
100 Letters to Them.
I decided to delete the story and add these here instead. :/ Enjoy!
Dear you,
It seems as though life is great.
I smile, I laugh, I even joke around, and yet I still feel like something is missing or wrong. I was told that telling someone how you feel helps you keep everything out. To make me feel better. Then I realised the people I wanna tell are famous. So instead of finding a way to tell you face to face, I will do face to paper? I'll write you all a letter a day. If I forget a day I'll write two the next day. Then I'll find a way to send these to you guys or wait until I get to finally meet you guys. Well anyways, today has been weird. My friends kinda ignored me... I don't know what happened. Were my smiles, laughs, and jokes all made out of fake happiness? I feel like I'm happy, but feeling is different then knowing. Anyone can make themselves feel happy, but to know your happy. Do I know what that feels like? Maybe I need to try harder. I will think about it more then I will get back to you.
Sincerely,
~Your Fan.
YOU ARE READING
The Middle Of The Night.
RandomI think if things in the middle of the Night and will write it here because I don't wanna get a pencil and notebook right then. If i think they are any good I will share them if I don't they will forever be a draft until i think they are good enough.
