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Dear Me, Basically, you're old. ;D Not old for other people, just old for you. On the bright side, you're as old as Dom Howard now. Well, you're as old as he was. WOW COOL RIGHT?! D; Are you married to Jake Gyllenhaal yet? How about any of those other 1344 males that you're so extremely attracted to? Are you still in love with men? HAVE YOU HAD A *** CHANGE?! IS THERE SOMETHING YOU'RE NOT TELLING ME?! ... Never mind. I know you wouldn't. Guys can't really wear skirts anyway. Well, they could, but... never mind. Since I'm writing from such a loooong time in the past, you probably don't remember much of what's going on and everything. Well, I've been in the basement with Natty a lot. We play video games, colour in our Hello Kitty and Disney Princess colouring books, and sometimes watch Roswell. Nat likes to play Animal Crossing and Lego Star Wars, but I forced her to play Sands of Time, and she seems to be liking it a lot. I finished it the other day, and she watched me play almost the whole thing, so she knows the story. I still thought it was important for her to experience it for herself, though. It's such an awesome story. ... You're kind of a dork. I mean, you were. I am. It's alright, I love you. You better love you too. ._. Shae's living with us right now. Mom and dad don't want Rosa to take care of her, because she DOESN'T take care of her, but us kids think that Shae should be adopted out, not living with us. Because now Rosa gets to see her when she wants, but she doesn't actually have to take care of her. I know mom and dad are trying to do this partly for us, so we can get Rosa out of our lives, but now Shayla is the main focus. I kind of feel like, in the solar system of our family, Rosa is the Sun, Shae is the Earth, and I'm... Pluto. I'm not even a planet. Dad and I have been getting along pretty well recently, though still like... dad and I get along. You know, not extremely well. I know dad loves me, I really do. Sometimes I just really feel like he doesn't LIKE me, and even though he's always telling me not to compare myself to others, he's constantly doing it. When I first asked if I could get my lip pierced, he said no, because look at Rosa. She got piercings, and look how she turned out. I felt like, dad. I'm different. Don't you trust me to not be a complete arse? They really don't trust me. They say they do, but then dad says that he trusts me as much as he trusts any other 15-year-old. Really? Haven't I proved myself better than this? I'm not fifteen, God knows that. But never mind. I guess they just think that if I get my lip pierced, that's the gateway drug. OHH, WHAT ELSE? MAYBE I'LL GET A TATTOO OR START DOING DRUGS AND AND AND *****. Just, *****. Really? ... Ugh. I'm sure this is fun to read. Hannah C's grad party is tonight. I might go, for Carol's sake, but I really don't like Hannah. She's such a fraud. She pretends to like me, but it's sickening. I don't want to be her fake friend, just so she can look good. Everyone loves her. Whatever. As Marina said, 'it's better to be hated than loved for what you're not.' Did you ever write her a letter? How about your manga artists? Dude, they'll love it. GET OVER YOUR LAZY SELF AND DO IT. But I don't know. Maybe everyone's dead by now. Has the world ended? If so, HOW THE HECK ARE YOU READING THIS?! Creeper. I hope mom and dad are still alive. Are you married? Was Amber your ladyfriendpal? Or maid of honour or whatever they're called? Did your husband make you have a big wedding? I hope not, blech. Weddings are... overrated? I hope I don't change my mind on that. I feel kind of like, since Ell's gotten so girly, I've become... less. :I Huh. Anyways, you wanna know the point of this? This entire things started just so I could ask if you're a cop yet. 'Cause... you should be. And then, one day, you could be a homicide detective. Or not. Just being a cop is good enough for me. So, like, go fight crime and be awesome, kid! And... Lee's cool. He's a huuuuuge arse, but he's cool. You know. I hope... no one's dead. D; Heh heh. .................................... goodnight. UGH ALRIGHT ONE LAST THING. SEPTEMBER 2, 2010. MUSE CONCERT. IT. ROCKED YOUR FREAKING HEAD OFF, RIGHT?! I knew it. I can't wait. Hey, when time traveling and hoverboards are around, bring me one, pleaseeeee? xoxo, al