I ignore texts . I let the phone ring . I log off Facebook chat . It's nothing personal , but people need to realize sometimes I just don't want to talk .
ELMO puh-leaseeee
ELMO puh-leaseeee


Dear the older, wiser, more sophisticated person of myself .
Don’t forget who you are and where you came from . Don’t forget your past , because that’s what made you who you are . Because I believe I will have the chance to become you one day. And I never want to forget any of the pains of growing up .


I put off writing this for so long, but I think it’s about time.
Dear Me,
There are a lot of things I want you to know.
You are not the prettiest girl in the world . Take that fact , accept it , move on . Someone told you so .You’re not the pretties , but you have your days where you look nice , and on those days you should stop and think , “I look pretty today ,” instead of sighing and giving up . You don’t need to be the most gorgeous person to be a happy person . Beauty is in the eye of the beholder . There are people who you are truly beautiful to , and they are the only ones who matter .I promise you’ll be okay.



Some days , i get such a sick feeling . Everything about my life seems so empty , so meaningless . Each minutes holds something familiar , something I saw yesterday and the day before . Every second seems to drag on , and my heart feels so lonely . I feel so bored with my life and everything in it . The only difference between these days is a few hours of sleepless nights and dreams of how i wish my life could be .



If i ever push you away , i don't really meant to .
When i tell you i don't want to talk about i , i do . i am looking for the right words .
Give me a minute , and if i can tell you , i will .
I try to be a struggling mix f real and perfect a the same time .
I am working on it .When i get really quiet sometimes , it is because i have too much to say .
I have thought of too many things to tell you all at once . And i don't know what to say first .
I get immaturely jealous of anyone who gets to see you on a daily basis . I miss you really easily bu i also like that we can be APART and we both okay .
Space is good too . I love the way we love some of the same things . And i love how we love entirely different things .
My head is complicated pile of thoughts , and fears , and cravings , and dreams , and this tangled up nostalgia for the past and somehow , the future . I
I am trying and i am one person and i am two hands and i am one .
PLEASE UNDERSTAND ME .

