1. Walking across the stage when I received my Degree 2. Tackling my first solo tube ride in London, England 3. Biting into my first Flødeboller in Copenhagen, Denmark 4. Beach days in West Wittering, England 5. Camping in Waskasoo, Manitoba 6. Motorcycle drives in northern Mae Hong song, Thailand 7. Listening to the chant… Continue reading 9. Surprising my parents in Indonesia airport after not seeing them for a year
Dear Girl, who loved him first. I know my name falling off your tongue brings an emptiness to your stomach and a feeling of hate to your heart. I know you avoid eye contact when you see me because of it & you don’t have a good things to say about me. For that I… Continue reading Better late than never.
Dear Mom, Every since I can remember, you have always been there for me, always looked after me, but now, you are beginning to smother me with your motherly ways. I can understand if you don’t want to let me grow up, but it is a natural thing. People grow…you had to, and now it… Continue reading I cant breathe.
DEAR LOUD, Have you ever seen the Canadian television show, Stickin Around? You know Dill? He’s Bradley’s friend who is always screaming and yelling and is mainly known for his famous line, ‘HOLY MACKERAL!!!!!’ You’re like him and all the time. How can you be so loud? My brain hurts at the end of the… Continue reading LOUD NOISES.
Dear Pretty, Everyone wants to have your gorgeous body, silky hair, youthful face, and flawless smile. You even wear nice clothes. Why do you think so little of yourself? I don’t know what you must have been through, but I can imagine it was traumatic. I really do feel bad for you, because I am… Continue reading You’re like, so pretty.
Dear Bank Teller, I’ve thought of many ways to tell you that I love you but none of them seem like enough. You are beautiful in every way humanly possible and every time I see you my heart skips a beat. I shouldn’t tell you this. I want you to have my children but as… Continue reading Straight to the bank.
Dear Angry Barista, Almost every morning I walk to my favorite coffee shop. The important voyage begins when I leave my house in lethargic zombie style, dragging one foot after the other. I cross intersection after intersection, block after block watching the tiny blimp that gives me life grow larger in the distance. I’ve almost… Continue reading Depresso.