Dear Luke,

It’s been half of my first year in high school. It’s not as scary as I thought! I met cool people, I have some good grades. My school is on the other side of city so every day I need to wake up super early (I miss the bus most the time anyways). It’s very friendly school and I like being there, but I can’t wait to finish it. Just two and half years more!!! I don’t know how american or australian school system works but in poland we have 6 years of primary school, 3 years of middle and 3 years of high school. Yay, almost finished this awesome journey! Anyways, a lot of things have been changed for last 5 months. I joined hip hop dance class! Our teacher said I’m a good dancer! But I’m still 100% sure that I look like a jumping monkey when I dance hahah. He’s incredibly amazing and quite famous dancer, I’m glad to have lessons with him! And oh, I started to draw again! I stopped months ago and I’m really proud of my art work! Some of them looks pretty good, but unfortunately when I try to show to someone my art, they just ignore me. So sad. Since me and my friends from middle school had choosen different schools, we meet every friday in a restaurant. Well…its not even a restaurant, it’s more like school cafe. We talk a lot, we always take the same meal and we always take the same seats. It’s our friday tradition. I feel like we annoy everyone around us cuz we’re always so noisy haha. Sounds like pretty good life, doesn’t it? (no it doesn’t) Everything seemed perfect untill one day. I thought I’m in a bad mood but it stayed. It’s been few weeks now and I feel like it gets worse. Sometimes I have weird panic attacks. After I have an attack I feel so weak, I feel like I’m not good enough because I cry without any reason. The worst part is when I cry while this attack and my body starts to shake and all I want to do is scream. I try to calm but it doesn’t work. I have them in the evening most the time while my parents are watching tv next room, weird, isn’t it? They never noticed. Poor parents. I had attack on my dance lessons once. I didnt know what to do. it was terrible, I just fell on the floor and started to cry without any reason! I said that my stomach hurts. They believed. Oh silly people. I didn’t tell anyone about my panic attacks. So shhh… I hope you don’t mind that I told you. And I hope you don’t mind if I will keep writing letters to you, cause you’re the only friend I’ve got now. And the only one who cares.

Keep hidding, keep smiling.

IF THEY ARENT IN MEXICO IM GONNA DO A FLIP !!!