"More than a stunning debut. It is the announcement of a bold new literary voice"
—Stephen Chbosky, author of The Perks of Being a Wallflower

Hi I feel kinda guilty writing this letter everyone else is using this to write to their loved ones but I’m writing to you. I have a few questions. I recently watch a documentary about a band you and your boyfriend started but it started off with talking about the start of your career. They said that this guy read your star chart and said you were going to be famous and he said that you knew you were going to me famous and rich. Do ever look down and ‘they’ve got it all wrong.’ Cause people always put words in my mouth and it’s annoying. It just feels like no one understands or wants me to exist maybe I don’t even want to exist. You moved to New York to pursue your career at an early age and to make money you had to be a nude model for photography. What was that like? Did it ever feel wrong or depressing? Did you ever feel like grew up to fast? Sometimes I feel that way and it makes me regret. I wish I valued the time I didn’t give a damn and all I cared about was watching spy kids. I just turned 13 June 1 and the last question I need to ask is . Does it ever get better?