Eleven.

There are so many people I could address this to - Auntie Janice, Grandma Watson, Grandad Hillier - I want you to know that you will always have a place in my heart <3.

However, I'm going to address this to grandad Watson.

Dear grandad Watson,

I remember when I found out you weren't related to me. I was at my mums freinds house when she asked my mum how her step father was. I sat on the staircase with my head in my hands. But I wasn't crying. After the initial shock, it didn't matter. You were my grandad. You would always be my grandad. Being a grandad to someone is more than just being blood related. It's being there for your grandchildren. Supporting them as they grow up.

I'm focusing particularly on you at the moment because of the fact that it was Fathers Day about a week ago. I saw cards with 'best grandad on the front'. For one wild second I was going to choose one and buy it. Then I remembered that I didn't have a grandad anymore. I almost had to walk out of the shop straight away. And the main reason why I am addressing this letter to you and not to grandad Hillier is because he died when I was seven. I didn't see him through the same, more mature, eyes as I saw you. And I only have one tiny memory of him. You were much more real to me - not because I was closer to you, but because I remember you more vividly as I grew older.

The last time I saw you, you were asleep in your bed at the hospice. I neevr got a chance to talk to you for that reason. But when we left the hospice I remember whispering 'goodbye, I love you' to myself. I knew what was coming and I dreaded it. The next day we got a phone call to say you had passed away. I wish I could have said goodbye properly.

Rest in Peace, Grandad Watson.
I still love you,
Lizzy xx

Ten.

Dear Rosie,

I wish we could talk to each other more often, like we did when we were at primary school. We're so completely different, it's hard to see why we were best friends to start with! Every time I talk to you at school or at someones party, we just talk as if we never grew apart. For a few shining moments we're back to being about 8 years old again. To tell you the truth, I miss those days. I loved being your best friend and I wish that I could go back, just for one day, to what we used to be - bloody weird, i'll admit it. I mean, Waterboatman Behind Bars Album? What were we on?

Of course now we've chosen different paths and we've drifted away from each other, but I hope that doesn't mean that we forget all those amazing memories or stop talking to each other when we happen to pass in the street or at college.

With love,
Lizzy xx

PROM TOMORROW!

It's weird cause I wasn't that bothered on Monday.

Things done:
- Legs shaved
- Legs tanned (not that people will see it with my dress being full length, but what the heck.)
- Eyebrows plucked
- Nails filed and painted

Things to do before bed:
- Face pack
- Moisturise
- Lotion on legs
- Shower +hair
- Pack for Hannahs.


Waheeyyyyy!
Can't actually wait.
:D

Until next time, when I will probably be dead from lack of sleep or a hole in my foot created by the 6cmx4cm blister that is already on the bottom of my foot.

Nine.

And no, I'm not going to do the person who you think I'll do.

Dear Mr. Marshall Mathers,

Even as I'm writing this I'm listening to your new album 'Recovery'. I got it on the day it came out at 10:30 am. Can I just say it's effing genius? Cinderella Man is epic. I also like Space Bound, So Bad, On Fire, Cold Wind Blows and Almost Famous.

Basically, I love the whole thing. It's your best album to date - well done, you deserve it after all you've been through in the last few years.

You don't know how much I'd love to see you in concert, or meet you. It would make my life. End of. We couldn't be more different if we tried. I'm a 16 year old girl living in West Sussex, England. You're a 37 year old male who grew up in 8 mile, Detroit. You probably weren't aiming to appeal to my sort of audience, but I couldn't help but fall in love with your songs. You are a lyrical genius. I remember first hearing your music in my best friends Ford KA in year 4, and I absolutely loved it. I requested it whenever I was getting a lift with her mum. Then I forgot about you for a while until I stumbled across one of your songs on youtube. I instantly remembered when and where I first heard it and who it was. Ever since, I have been a huge fan and I love how you don't take shit from anyone. You are truely unique. Oh, and nice beats and baselines.

Once, one of your songs made me cry. I've never cried at a song before. Who thought rap would bring someone to tears?!

All Hail the King of Rap!
Yours faithfully,

Lizzy xx

Eight.

Dear My Favourite Internet Friend,

You are so supportive about everything I do on the forum, and we have such a laugh :L.
I adore your love for Brendan Block, and 'Badum Wolfum' ;).
Even though you're a lot older than me, we talk like we're both besotted teenagers! I promise I'll finish that fanfic sometime.

BRENDANNNN!

Love,
Lizzy x

Seven (wow, where did that week go?).

Dear Ex-crush (I don't even know who this is really),

I cannot believe I liked you. I know I was about 5 or something ridiculous, but I am ashamed of myself. It was a while back that I added you on facebook and I looked at your profile picture and said:

"WTF. Is that the same person?"

It was really weird. Bad weird.
Oh, and if you're wondering, I don't remotely like you at all anymore.

:S,
Lizzy xx

Six.

Dear stranger,

We met only a few hours ago in BHS when you said you liked my skirt. You may be a stranger, but I love it when people randomly talk to other people because they're there. You looked like such a polite, caring elderly gentleman with respected morals, and I always wonder when I meet someone like you about the story of your life and your interests. I wonder whether you have grandchildren, I wonder what age you are and I wonder about the things that make life what it is for you. At the same, it made me feel sad. It is awful that nobody says 'hello' anymore to each other. It's often like people are scared to approach each other in case of being infected by a deadly disease. Everyone's so busy all the time, and never stop to talk to someone they don't know. You may have only said that one small thing, but you brightened my day, and I hope you continue to brighten other peoples days just for the sake of being nice.

Keep giving people hope,
Lizzy xx

Five.

Readers, the images to your right give an indication of some of the immensly stange (but somehow pleasurable) dreams I have encountered.

Dear Dreams,

My oh my.

Everyone says that they forget their dreams as soon as they wake up. I don't. I remember at least one every day. I always dream, too. Most people struggle to dream, but I can't remember the last time I didn't. And I rarely have nightmares either. Thanks for that, btw.
Sometimes you don't make sense. Random people appear that I haven't seen in years. Other times you include people that I have never seen before (although this has been proven scientifically impossible) and I feel that, when I wake up, I should have known who they are. I woke up one night this week with my face screwed up as if I was crying; after having a dream that I got a 'B' for a subject in my GCSE results.
Sometimes you scare me rigid - like this one time that I saw flying saucers outside my bedroom window and David Tennant (dressed as the Doctor) was staring up at me underneath them, gesturing to come outside. So I did, and we ran, red lights and destruction everywhere around us, loud high pitched echoes in the inky blue sky, holding hands after promising we'd never let go; until he was struck down. I stayed with him on that muddy field, rain falling from the heavens, holding his limp body as he died slowly. The last thing he did was give me his sonic screwdriver. I imagined I fell asleep on that field from exhaustion; because when I woke up I thought I was still on that field. Except I wasn't - and my model sonic screwdriver was on my bedside table.
Sometimes you make me wish you were real. Like last night's dream where Hannah Jones and I went to a huge concert - more crowded that you have ever seen (seriously, it was like the population of a whole country) all there to see Eminem rapping on the stage at the front. Hannah and I were in the front row, and he was absolutely epic, and I felt the happiest I have ever felt in my life. He looked at me and everything. I woke up with great disappointment this morning.
Then you drive me completely insane. Like with all the realllllly weird David Tennant ones. I swear I am going crazy. I'm not decribing those ones ;).

Actually, I haven't had one of those David Tennant dreams in a while.. Hint hint.
Also, thanks, dreams, that you haven't given up on the Tenth Doctor thing. I would rip my brains out if I had a Matt Smith one. I'm glad part of my head hasn't noticed that he's regenerated yet.

Regards,

Lizzy xx

Four.

Dear Caroline/Did/Shon/Nat/Every other name under the sun that I have for you,

You are the best sister in the whole entire universe, and I'm not exaggerating. I love you more than I could ever express. You're the only person that knows me completely inside out, and I you. We've had such a laugh. We've been through it all, together. I don't know what I would do without you in my life. I look at some people who are the only child in their household and imagine what it would be like to be in their situation. Except I can't imagine it for one second. Especially because we have no cousins or relatives around our age. The fact that I'm the eldest makes it even better. I love your curious questions about everything. Everything I've already been through that you haven't yet. I'm not saying I'm majorly experienced with everything, but I have an edge compared to you, and I love answering your curious mind. It is my pleasure to advise and warn you about possibilities in the future, making you less scared, worried, naive and gullible. Although, you have always been extremely gullible ;). One thing I don't like about being the oldest sibling, though, is the fact that I have to do everything before you do. I have to plunge into the unknown, whereas you always have some sort of idea about what's coming up ahead, no matter how small. I wish I had that...

Loveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeelovelovelovelovelove,
Lizzy/Biz/Bian/etc.

xxxxxxx

Three.

OMGGGGG 1000 PAGE VIEWS ON DA!!


Dear Mum and Dad,

Thanks for supporting through everything, especially in the past 2 years. I'm sorry I don't help you much in return, but once my exams are over I promise I'll chip in more and pay you back for being there in the hardest times of my life. Thank you for raising me to be who I am, encouraging me to improve my skills and talents, no matter how different they are to your personal achievements. I'm sorry I'm not following an amazingly academic career, even though I'm able to, but I promise that I'll make you proud in the future. Thanks for not being majorly pushy and giving me enough freedom to make my own mistakes and learn from them.

Oh, and Dad, I have 2 exams left. They're the same subject and they're in about a weeks time. Please stop telling me that I need to go up to my room to study for 5 hours a day ;) :L.

With unconditional love,

Lizzy xxx

Two.

Dear Crush-maybe-I'm-not-really-sure-whether-I-like-you-that-way-anymore,

Everytime we meet up it always adds to the tip top of the most funniest moments in my life. There's always something hilarious that becomes our new obsession until the next time we meet. I love you for that. Maybe in a normal really good friend way, or maybe in another way - I'm really not sure at all. I hope that we'll be great friends for the rest of our lives, as you said that we would. Perhaps I will enjoy being with you even more when I am married or taken and not unsure about whether I like you in that way or not, so I won't be so nervous that you'll think that I like you in that way by something stupid I might say. Every time I think of you I smile. I smile at your funny comments and banter. I smile at how you're so very very similar to me. I smile because, although we don't see each other as often as we would like, you are one of my best friends in the world. The only thing is, I don't know whether I like you for something more. I'm so confused.

Love,
Lizzy xx

One.

Yeah, okayy.... it's my second blog in an hour... maybe even half an hour... whatever.

Credit to Hanny.. Sorry, but it's such a good idea and she's 'totally awesome!'

You can either send it to them (anonymously or with your name) or keep them to yourself. On this day you write a letter to:

Day 1 — Your Best Friend
Day 2 — Your Crush
Day 3 — Your parents
Day 4 — Your sibling (or closest relative)
Day 5 — Your dreams
Day 6 — A stranger
Day 7 — Your Ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush
Day 8 — Your favorite internet friend
Day 9 — Someone you wish you could meet
Day 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to
Day 11 — A Deceased person you wish you could talk to
Day 12 — The person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain
Day 13 — Someone you wish you could forgive
Day 14 — Someone you’ve drifted away from
Day 15 — The person you miss the most
Day 16 — Someone that’s not in your state/country
Day 17 — Someone from your childhood
Day 18 — The person that you wish you could be
Day 19 — Someone that pesters your mind—good or bad
Day 20 — The one that broke your heart the hardest
Day 21 — Someone you judged by their first impression
Day 22 — Someone you want to give a second chance to
Day 23 — The last person you hugged
Day 24 — The person that gave you your favorite memory
Day 25 — The person you know that is going through the worst of times
Day 26 — The last person you made a pinky promise to
Day 27 — The friendliest person you knew for only one day
Day 28 — Someone that changed your life
Day 29 — The person that you want tell everything to, but too afraid to
Day 30 — Your reflection in the mirror


One.

Dear Besties,

Oh dear, where to begin?
I actually don't have a clue what to say...

Okay....

Since I've known you all, we've had such amazing times. I can't imagine what I would be like now sharing those times with people other than you, and I am so lucky to have such an amazing group of best friends! I will cherish all our memories for the rest of my life (seriously, no kidding - you know what I'm like.) and I hope that, although we're going to take completely different paths in the future, we will stay in touch. Not because we have to stay in touch, but because we want to. I'm really looking forward to all the stuff in store for the rest of our time over the summer, and I hope the fact that we're all taking immensly different subjects doesn't come in between our close friendship...

With lots of love,
Lizzy

xxxx

OMFG.

So yeah.

I'm following Drew Carey on Blogspot.
At least I think it's him. It's pretty convincing.
Jealous much?

Until next time,