Invisible Ink

I could tell you I'd use it to write another letter to the thief who stole my heart, asking him to please give it back.

I could tell you I'd write all over my arms and legs, drawing designs and tattoos that I could wash off eventually.

But.

If you want the real answer, I'd probably end up drawing phallic symbols and writing expletives all over walls of buildings and laughing to myself about how hilarious I am because to tell you the truth I'm a twelve y/o boy.