Dear Reader #5,

She has feelings too. She has a heart too. She's not always cold. She only acts cold because she's scared. She's scared that she'll get hurt because of someone. She doesn't tell people how she feels because she's afraid she'll be rejected because she's not pretty enough, not smart enough, not good enough. She's not a good person. She hurt people too. She didn't mean to hurt them. She shouldn't have been selfish. She shouldn't have done what she did. She should have just shut up. She should have just not said a word. In the end, she was left crying her eyes out for days upon days. She learned a good lesson because of that. She learned to not let people have her heart. Her heart is now locked in a box that no one can get into. Not even she can open it. She's hopeless. When she was depressed she had great friends. She learned that "when the whole world decides to give up on you, when something doesn't go right, there will always be shoulders to lean on, arms to run into, and hands to hold. She has people waiting on her to cross that finish line. She has people waiting for her to smile. People like her smile. She is at her prettiest when she is smiling. Her eyes smile with her. Her smile lights up a whole room. She has pretty eyes. People ask her why she hides them. She said she's blind if she doesn't. She has many key necklaces, hoping that someone has the other half. She believes in silly little superstitions like if you catch an eyelash on your right index finger and successfully blow it off you get a wish. If you get a ticket that says 1941, the outside ones are the people and the middle is the love percent. If you catch two cherry blossoms you will find love. All that good stuff. She's into all that stuff. She's just lonely and needs love.