• Relationships

    Facing your monsters

    We each have our own demons to fight. You were instrumental in helping me fight mine, and you never made me feel alone as I battled my demons.

    Now, it’s you who’s facing your own monsters. As much as I’d like to help, I know this isn’t my fight. It’s yours. All I can do is lend a helping hand as you need it, but other than that, you’re gonna have to face this on your own.

    Just know that I’ll be waiting at the end of it all, with open arms and eyes gleaming with pride.

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  • Depression and anxiety,  Family,  Friends,  Relationships,  Self-care

    Apologies to different people

    Sorry…

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  • Relationships

    Still

    It’s been a while, hasn’t it? Since we last talked, I mean. And I’m not referring to our last text messages — I’m referring to the last time we really, truly talked.

    And oh, how I miss our conversations, hanging out in cafés to discuss everything from books to philosophy. It was a better time for us, a time when we were so in sync we knew what the other was thinking. A time when communicating wasn’t quite as exhausting as it was in the last months.

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  • Friends,  Relationships

    Sink or swim

    A dosage of harsh truth: if you gave yourself half the love you’ve given him, you wouldn’t be in this mess in the first place.

    You might tell me love is unselfish, or love is unconditional. Bullshit. This is the time for you, for once, to be selfish and self-centered.

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  • Relationships

    An open letter to… well, you know who you are

    Photo taken here.

    Dear you,

    First things first: I’ve missed you a lot. There, I said it. I tried to avoid telling you, but after you said it to me last night, so softly, so sincerely, how can I not admit it? I’ve missed you badly these last few weeks.

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  • Friends

    Happy Blood and Peanut Butter Day!

    HI GELO HI HI

    You are Finn-ter Angelo and I shall be Mikaelarceline! #AdventureTimeGeekgasm

    It’s February 12 and you know what that means.
    WOW YOU’RE TWENTY YEARS OLD
    God, you’re so fucking old already.
    I mean, seriously. You’re twenty. TWENTY. Your age no longer has the -teen suffix. You’re an adult now! You’re growing up! I wish I could say the same for your height, though. HAH!

    #tooexclamationpoint-y
    #mustcalmdown

     

    So, you know the deal. This is the third birthday blog I’ve written for you, and you know that I’m just going to prattle on about how you’re an amazing person and how I’m lucky to have you in my life, blah blah.

    But I can’t help it; you are amazing. You:

    • are the best listener I’ve known. When I talk to you, you don’t seem distracted or uninterested, you engage me and make me feel better even if your advice, um, sucks
    • are the only one who doesn’t get annoyed when I get picky and high-maintenance about where to eat. California Pizza Kitchen, The Old Spaghetti House, Cafe France… Yep, you’d eat with me anywhere
    • are a good sport when I beat you in videoke (in your face, cunt! TAYLOR SWIFT 4EVR!)
    • don’t know how to accept compliments about your art, which pisses me off because you’re talented
    • were so generous as to give me your original copy of The Perks of Being a Wallflower. I never really forgot that favor
    • always manage to salvage my self-esteem when I feel like a needy, clingy, worthless loser
    • have EXCELLENT taste in music and movies

    For me, your birthday is a big deal, because hello, this is the day you were born and I am so thankful that you are alive today. So. You know. Happy birthday, I labia, and stuff!

    (You might have noticed that I made a conscious effort not to make this too sappy. My sketchpad is cheesy enough.)


    Adventure Time photo taken here. Because I like to give credit.

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  • Prose and poetry,  Relationships

    A love letter to someone I’m not actually in love with

    Dear you,
    Do you remember that night in your house? Please don’t say no. I know you’ve had your share of girls, but this is me we’re talking about, and you shouldn’t just forget about me.

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  • Family

    Birthday letter to an incredible woman

    Hi, Mom! First off, let me say how you totally ruined how I planned to surprise you with this. Okay. I just needed to say that.

    Anyway… Happy birthday! I know you think I write well, but to be honest, I’m having a hard time writing this. It’s not that I couldn’t write anything about you; it’s that I find it hard to find the words to describe how truly amazing you are.

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  • Family

    A Father’s Day letter

    Hi, Dad!

    I’m sorry I haven’t posted in time for Father’s Day. I’ve been busy lying around the house, eating fast food and watching movies. (Yes, Dad, your daughter is a sloth.)

    Belated happy Father’s Day! I owe you eighteen years of Father’s Day greetings—but then, you owe me eighteen years of birthday and Christmas gifts, so if we should meet, I want a car. Or a condo unit. Or at the very least, an entire bookstore.

    I hope you thought of me last Sunday even though I know you have your other kids to greet you. I mean, I am your daughter, even if we’ve never seen each other.

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  • Friends

    Happy Overrated Day!

    Dear Cunt,

    I know you don’t want all the overrated, candles-on-cake crap, but I just got to let you (and the whole blogosphere, apparently) know how awesome my best friend is.

    Three things about this photo:

    1. We’ve been friends for years, and you’re one of my closest friends, but we only have 17 photos together. I guess that’s what happens when two people are both not photogenic.
    2. Lol at Kirstie’s face.
    3. If you click on “See Friendship,” the accurate thing to be displayed would be our midnight YM conversations full of music, movies, jokes, and *~emotions~*
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