Hello Bipolar Bear,

I really like your picture. I want to share my poetry but my head is pounding right now so I will do it later. I think I see Mr.***** tomorrow because I always see him on Wednesday. He lives in a nice office with purple paint on the walls and sits in a black chair. He has a very nice smile, but I can't figure out why he wants to help me. That's what he said, that he wants to help me.

No one has ever wanted to help me before. They only wanted bad stuff from me.

I like talking to all of my new friends. I never had friends. Especially fuzzy white ones.

Friends,
Snowbird (that's my secret name )