The Letter

I'm writing Mrs. Tish a letter. Or I already wrote it and now I'm just waiting for the strength to send it to her. If I do send this, it changes everything. I can't pretend with them no more, I have to express myself, but like I said in the letter I'm really sick and tired of feeling empty all the damn time. I'm so damn depressing. I want her to tell me how to be pretty. And how to grow confidence. I just really want her to tell me how great I am. Selfish I know.