Dear Lyra,

Jane is really, really sweet. She always wears a mask, kinda like Tim's but it was painted more delicately and smoother. She always wears this really pretty dress and heels. Maybe it's because I'm a boy but I'll never understand how you girls wear clothes like that.

She plays guitar and sings really pretty covers of musical. She told me her favorite is Phantom of The Oprea because she feels better about her life when she talks about the Phantom.

I don't really like it. I never really did, even when I was younger. It was either you or mom who had the movie and played Music of the Night constantly.

I really like Dear Evan Hanson though, I won't lie. Jane thought I would really like the songtrack and, to no suprise, I do.

I know it's really cliché to say this, but the song Waving Through a Window reminds me of, well, myself.

I always felt like I couldn't do anything. I still can't, I'm as useful as a pocket-dog who just sticks their tongue out and looks cute. But I know one thing;

Nobody will ever wave back at me.

Love, you're weird brother,
Toby.