It has come to my head that I may or not would have actually have a way of coping with a lot of stuffs with the fact that I talk to imaginary personalities of my very own self. I would converse to them like, perhaps a total lunatic, and that'll be my whole evening before I go to bed.

But things like that get to be so chaotic more often than I can totally admit. When you're talking to yourself, you get to have two, or even more than two, responses branching into very different and opposite things. That's very messy and turns you upside and down, then back again, then repeat for a hundred times because all those choices where made by you and you think them out for a whole lot of time because—well it's you.

But sometimes, I don't exactly want a response. I just want to talk (and talk and talk and talk). But I don't think anyone would be ever glad to have me for such a bother.

So, let's do it this way. I'm going to talk about what I want to talk about, can be about my day or my friends' day, or even my cat's day, and you can read all about them. Whoever you are.

You see, that's the point. I don't exactly want a diary cause I can't keep track of things and I'll probably gonna lose them anyway, so why not lose these letters on purpose? Anyone would be able to read it.

Besides, you won't actually know who I am, would you? I'm gonna throw  this (not as in trash, but a keepsake kind of throw) in a place where no one would know me and no one I know would I actually go. And you found it there, right?

Yep! In one of my favorite books in the city library. Those books that no one would read besides me, cause like library isn't a thing anymore unless you're an adult. Even adults have their own e-books in store!

Anyway, the whole point of this is that I want something to dump things in, and of course I want someone to read in a way that I would not have the embarrassing moment of having them read it in front of me. Got it?

It's address to a someone, which is you, and could be anyone with each letter I get to make. It's going to be inserted in different books per time so that it wouldn't be obvious, I guess?

Yup, so that's that. Since this is the first, I would've thought that I would have more to write about, but I guess first tries gives you the jitters and that would have you all clamped up.

I'm just gonna start this off with an introduction! And sorry, but no. I'm not gonna tell you the whole detail like what my full name is cause that's gonna blow my cover away. Although, you can address me as Jane. I can live with that.

Let's take it to the top.

Hi! I'm Jane, and I'm 13 years old. I wear black framed glasses when I'm in my comfy zones and colored contacts based on my mood and every other school days. Most days, I wear black or brown becauss that's just me; plain ol Jane. I also have fair complexion paired with ebony straight hair that I like to perm for special occasions. Clothes? Perfectly plain as well. Just thrown in a shirt and some jeans, and then we're good to go.

I'm the oldest and also the youngest, which makes me an only child. I'm kind of a spoiled brat at times, mostly when I was younger, but I got over that and now I'm on my silent rebellious stage (or as my mom liked to point it out.)

As you may have noticed, I'm kind of a talker, but only in this letters. I can never, and have never, talked my way out of my head. I just can't do it! It makes me really nervous and I guess it makes me wanna throw up like I'm in an air conditioned car in a travel across the globe. (I get major motion sickness).

I've got a handful of friends, and you can say that they're my bestfriends. I've known them since I was a little girl. We played dollies and tea parties together every Sundays and Holidays since we were five. But when you're in the new life of being in middle school, things just get different and you would see a lot of changes. I have.

I have always notices and havw known that I'm a bit of an outcast, but at least I feel less like that when I'm with my girls. But this year? I don't think they're any different than everybody else. They just make me feel that way.

But maybe I should write about that all in detail the next time. I just suddenly remembered that I still have algebra homework to finish. It'll fry my brain cells up, but who knows? Maybe it'll help for the test tomorrow.

Till next time,
Jane

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disclaimer: this is a work of fiction. any resemblance to real people, places and events are all coincidental and are all made up by the author's mind.

copyright: Dear Someone... by lady_jane

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Ps: I have also posted this in a different writing platform with the same pen name, but only here and on that one. If you have seen this entry in other sites other than Launchora and Writco, please do let me know. (posted on two different sites to gain different audience all in a somewhat experiment made by the author herself... cause she's weird.)

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