Bad spelling, horrible syntax and poignant 11-year-old wisdom. The unedited entries of my sixth-grade journal.
Dear Best Freind, (Laura)
How are you, this is my song. Well the first part!
If your discombabulated just all around over hated, then you need to come with me. Whay are you just sitting there like you don’t care then you need to come with me.
That is the first 2 verses, isn’t it cool, I think so, Hope to see you very, very soon.
From Virginia to North Dakota