July 2010
Day [18] Eighteen; The Person I Wish I Could Be
dear me,
you are strong and beautiful and intelligent and every boy’s dream. you are a good catholic girl and a model daughter and honest and empathetic. you are deep and trusting and caring and the girl that every mother wants their son to marry.
i know that you’d like to believe this, but no, you’re a mistake that you’re trying to rearrange into something lyrical, a disaster that...
Day [17] Seventeen; Someone From My Childhood
dear childhood friend,
please stop being such a whore now. thank you.
Day [16] Sixteen; Someone Not In My Country
dear someone who’s not in my country,
do you know how hard it is for me when everyone is from this same small town? there are cousins up the ying-yang and everyone is related to everyone. everyone except for me. part of my family lives in ontario, part of my family lives in nova scotia. and you? you can be found across the pond, in a faraway land once known for almost taking over the...
Day [15] Fifteen; Someone I Miss The Most
dear person that i miss the most,
meeting you was a coincidence. i was in love with bubble-mint excel gum and i was only allowed to chew sugar-free because of my braces. our friendship blossomed over the months; i brought you pies from our store whenever my shift was over, and i knew that you’d be working late. i tried to help keep you warm over those long winter nights by staying...