Dearest Fanz,
I stink, I have crooked teeth inside a jaw that's too small, I have no fashion sense, I have no money, I have no taste in music or art or movies, I have a pot belly, I have no muscle, I can't hear lyrics, I can't sing, I cry too easily, I say wrong things, I have a pointy nose, I have big ears, I don't understand science or math or the world, I've made people cry, I fall down too much, I can't cook, but if you're my friend I'll do my damndest to make sure you're happy forever.
Love,
Chip.