May 30, 2015
Finn,
I know, I know. I'm sorry. I feel so dramatic and now you probably hate me. I am such a mess, you have no idea. And Finn Hudson, never say we are not connected; I will always care about you. You were my first love, after all.
But this is kind of exciting! I've always wanted a pen pal. I mean one that actually wrote me back in English.
About your question- I've truly been okay, I guess. The kids here aren't as accepting as glee club at McKinley, of course. And I suppose considering Santana, that's saying something. The truth is, they really don't talk to me. I feel like the weird kid, like the really weird kid. Like Suzy Pepper. I feel like Suzy Pepper minus the crazy addiction to almost dying via pepper. I don't know why everyone just ignores me, even though it is obvious I am clearly more talented than them all, and they could really use my prodigious advice. I just don't understand. At least in New Directions everyone acknowledged my existence, even if it was to say something ungrateful and mean. I just feel so alone. It feels good to get that off my chest, even if it is only to a piece of paper. But, I guess that is getting too much into things. The school, itself, is beautiful.
How have you been, truly?
Always,
Rachel Berry *