During high school, I ended up being very unliked because of rumors to be put into my name. It didn’t make sense to me at the time, and sometimes it still doesn’t, but growing in that environment I found my ways to keep myself busy and happy. One way I found was my monthly ‘Dear World’ rantings. However I felt during the past month, I’d write in a discrete manner to keep myself anonymous; partly because I wasn’t liked but it was mainly due to the fact that I didn’t feel comfortable with anyone in the school to open up to any of the people there, not even the teachers.

As time went on I continued to write and my writings became a hit. I began to see the way that others connected to my feelings. It felt liberating to write my feelings away and feel wanted again. But as time went on the more I wrote the more the school took credit. Around the 5th month of me writing ‘Dear World’ the school started to write a school newspaper and started a ‘Dear World’ column. But that didn’t stop me from writing my own; can’t kill the queen that easily. On my last month of high school, I decided I was going to reveal who ‘Dear World’ actually was. But that day never came, I decided that if I wrote who I actually was I was going to be painted as a liar that everyone already called me. The thing that made me happy would have been ruined. So ‘Dear World’ left when I left, but the happiness stood with me.