Ok...

Ok. I am a liar too. Add that to my list of crimes.

That letter. I didn't want it. I screwed it up. I thought I could throw it away, but I was wrong. I never made myself throw it. Instead, I shoved it under my matress as far as my arm could reach. Then I lay back on the bed, and stared at the ceiling and the ceiling stared right back at me.There is graffiti scrwled in bad hand on the ceiling and one of the walls. At frst, it was interesting. Then after a while, it gets to you. Annoys the hell outta you. Then, you forget it's there.

But sometimes, it stares right back at you.

The letter is like that story. The Princess and the Bean. Where the bean is under her matress, and she can't sleep.

I sware if I keep it any longer I'm going to reply. And I Do Not want to do that.

I don't. I shan't. But, like I said, I'm a liar.