Dear, An 11 Year Old Jasey Rae (Yes, that is the name of the real author of this story. Not "Mizu")

Looking back through these chapters isn't easy. I almost cracked open my sister's vodka just to get through it all. If I made a drinking game out of how many grammar mistakes you made consistently I would be rotting underground.

I was cringing before I opened the first chapter (Introducing The Three Fangirls? Seriously, Rae?). What story should open with a fucking description of the characters? That's just poor storytelling.

So I thought that after all these years, I should probably send you some helpful criticism over your shitty writing techniques.

For starters, did you know that punctuation goes at the end of a dialogue tag and before a character's name? Wild, I know. Also, maybe try to make your dialogue sound like it wasn't being spat out by a robot? Use some habits for fuck's sake. Let me show you an example from your first chapter.

Before: "Come on Yuki we need to go right now or Amaya will get mad" I shook my sister's shoulder as she was curled up on her bed in a fetal position reading manga.

After: "Come on, Yuki, we should get going before Amaya leaves without us," I shook my sister's shoulder, eliciting a groan from her while she scanned through a familiar issue of manga.

Didn't that sound better? More natural and less childish?

Ah, but you aren't a child, are you? On the internet you portrayed yourself as a black-haired eighteen year old woman living in New York City. When in reality you were a blonde little ratty eleven year old child living in the Florida suburbs, desperately trying to grow up.

And can we talk about those characters you so fondly projected yourself into?

Mizuki? Are you fucking kidding me you weeb shit?

Ah yes, because a teenager in New York (who is portrayed as Caucasian) would totally be named 'Mizuki Kurozuki.' And if the name wasn't enough, she had to be an edgelord who works for the mafia (which, by the way, doesn't exist in New York). Of course you couldn't resist giving her purple eyes. But what I find hilarious is that you copy/pasted her childhood trauma from the character Shino Asada from goddamn SAO2. One of the worst shows I've ever seen.

And we all know Yuki was a stand in because you were sad your siblings hated you and never wanted to breathe near you so you conjured up a 'misunderstood' perfect little sister. Who just so happens to have unexplained psychic powers. What is this, a Steven King novel?

Ah, but how can we forget Amaya? The perfect little princess to end all overpowered twats in your series who has as much character development as a cardboard box. I can see what you were thinking. When your grandma started threatening you with Christianity and said if you diverted from her bible you would go to hell you tried your hardest to believe. You even stopped swearing halfway through the book because at that point you were so terrified of stepping out of line and having Jesus smite you or something. Crying at three AM because you didn't want to go to hell for being gay? For cutting your hair? For enjoying "satanic" rock music? I still feel that way, kid. But creating a perfect little christian character to project onto wasn't the best way how to handle it. Just admit you like girls. Just admit you wanna fuck Black Widow from the Avengers and move on with your life.

Then... There's the love story.

Correction, the three love stories.

Because you couldn't be thirsty for just one character, could you?

But then again, at least you actually loved writing.

Nowadays, I'm fifteen. I have that black hair you always wanted (dyed of course) and I don't go by fucking "Mizuki"

I'm Jasey Rae. I play electric guitar, I'm depressed, I love my cats, I listen to that satanic music your Ma'Maw warned you about, and I'm going to get out of Florida.

But despite everything I am four years later, a writer is one of my traits that becomes fainter everyday. I'll only write occasionally, scribbling down high rambles and love stories based on my own drunken delusions of a life beyond the sunshine state. But you? You wrote these chapters every fucking day, or at least every week for two years. Of course towards the end I wanted nothing more than to be rid of this cringe story that I'd grown to hate, but before then I only wrote because I wanted to. That's something I've lost to pressures and I will never get it back.

So keep writing these horrible chapters and shitty weaboo characters. Because at the end of the day they will make you happy, and that's all anyone should ever write for.

Sincerely Signed, A 15 Year Old Jasey Rae