Sophie. I love you. You're smart and sweet and funny and beautiful. And I love you. But you're being selfish. If you and Heather both aren't there, the whole play is screwed. You have to try. Please please please. Not for me. Not for Heather. For everyone, for yourself. Please try.

I don't know. Giving up isn't my style. But. I don't. Know. I'll try.

I've been. Gasping. And. Crying the. Entire time. Each time there's. A period.

If I was there with you, I'd be your mom. I'd hug you, and whisper soothing words like I wish my mom did still (I was eight last time she did that). I not there. I can't do anything except type words onto the tiny screen of this overheated iPod. I don't know if they'll affect you at all, I can only hope.

I love you. Your brothers and parents love you. Heather loves you. Your friends, Manal and Kira, they love you. Marzi, Eilean, Katie, Lauren, Grace, Callie... LAWD SOPHIE. Everyone loves you. We know you're strong.

Please.

You're right. You're right. I won't give up. Stupid sickness won't effect me. I WON'T GIVE UP. I can- I- I CAN do this. I can. I can. No. Way. No damn way I'm gonna give up. NO.

That's the Sophia I know.

I couldn't stop laughing, the hystericality of this being an actual problem.

At first I thought you were using some sort of awesome metaphor, but then I read what you were replying to...X'D

I was singing Beautiful by Christina Aguilera, and my friend said I sounded exactly like her...not true, but I am very flattered. :)

Oh my gosh, same here XD That was so hiliarious XDDDDd