From me to you... or not

Listen to me, please, or better read me. This isn't for you. It's for me but y need you because whitout you I, and all my choses, haven't got sense. 

When I will grow up I want to be other. Perhaps the girl in the other room, or the neighbour upstairs, or John Malcovich or Beckham or Caliph instead the Caliph... 

I think that the better is change the languaje. So I can be inocent, like a child, gallible like an inmigrant or idiotic like the idiots.