2.

I don't even remember when we became friends.

Honestly, I think it just sort of happened. We were too similar (and different, for that matter) NOT to be friends. You understand everything I talk about, everything that I feel, everything that I think. Regardless of how we became friends, I'm glad that we are now. But I still don't understand when you say you don't care about 'her' anymore. It is obvious that you two were close, and it's not easy to get over that. And I know that you're not over it, no matter how much you say that you are. I would never want to tell you how to live your life (so I don't), but I think that admitting you miss her would help you really be able to move on from her. But in the same respect, I'm almost glad that you two aren't friends anymore (harsh as that may seem), because with her you couldn't really be my friend. And I really do like having you around, because even though we pretend to hate each other at school, you are one of the best friends I have ever had.

Even if you are kind of stupid.

Love,
Ann

1.

I really care for you. Honestly, I do.

You're the friend I have always wanted, who deals with me when I don't even feel like dealing with myself. You are a magnificent person, and I don't think anything could ever change that. Your are going to go so much farther than I could ever hope to be, and I don't understand how you don't see all the potential you have. I don't deserve to have somebody as fantastic as you in my life. And that's why it hurts me whenever you say you aren't going anywhere, and that you're not important, because you are extremely important to me. I wish that I could take away everything that hurt you, but obviously I cannot. I'm so far from perfect, so far from what you say about me, I don't understand what makes you think the way that you do about me.

You never believe me when I say this, but I am ever so proud of you. I am proud every time I see you perform in a show, follow your dreams, listen to your heart, be yourself. But most of all, I am proud to be your friend. Thank you for giving me that privilege.

Love,
Ann

An Introduction (of sorts)

Hello,

My name is Ann Estelle, and I am an American living in the sunshine state. I am in such a need of an outlet that I decided to start this blog, a place where I can keep all of these thoughts. The way I predict things, I figure this blog will be some posts set up like this (traditional blogging format, I believe), some in the form of letters, and some in the form of a poem letter (yes, those do exist).

But never mind that at the current. This post is dedicated to an introduction of myself, so that's where we'll keep it. Like I mentioned before, my name is Ann Estelle. I'm fairly young, but I have opinions on the level of my elders. I read like there is no tomorrow, and love the freedom books present. I knit and crochet, and have been doing so for almost three years now. Even though I learned how to knit first and can do much more knitting, I prefer crochet simply because it is much quicker (why it is this way, I'm not too sure). I am a very quiet person, mostly because - quite frankly - there's only a few people I like enough to talk to. People say I'm very mature for my age, but I honestly have no clue why they say such a thing; I'm pretty much one of the most immature people I know. I pretend not to care about dating and boys and love, but secretly they mean the world to me. I dream about having a love that the Disney princesses have; something really worthwhile. I'm hopelessly in love at the moment, with a boy who barely acknowledges my presence unless absolutely necessary. I love baking, mostly because I am horrid at cooking. I've got very large dreams for my future, but I'm terrified I won't be good enough to accomplish any of them. I've got quite a phobia of spiders. I tend to procrastinate to the last possible moment very often. The beach is my mistress. Darren Criss is my Spirit Animal.

Welcome to my life. If you decide to stay, I warn you; this is an area of teen angst - sometimes to the point of suffocation. You have been warned.

Sincerely,

Me