Tagged: personal
Letters to old friends about why we’re not friends today: Part 2
source: crisboy00
Read Part 1 here or a really passive-aggressive, long-ass letter I wrote to an old friend. Continue reading
This Kid I Know: Shreya
That Shreya lives just down the hall from me means I get to see her in the wee hours of the morning, when the most I’ll do is grunt at her in the bathroom. It means I get to raid her room for milk when mine has gone sour after sitting in the fridge for four weeks. Continue reading
This Kid I Know: Colin
Colin is one of my best friends. I have always been confused as to why this is, since we have very few mutual friends. I know that if you read this and you know both of us, you’ll be confused, because we don’t have much in common.
But I don’t have to justify our friendship to ANYONE! Continue reading
A Letter to My 13-Year-Old Self
My friend Colin showed me this letter that Frank Ocean wrote to himself-five-years-ago:
Thought it was pretty cool, so I decided to try it. I’m no Chris Breaux though…
Hey Cat,
You won’t believe the direction your life goes! You made it through junior high and high school, and now you’re off to college. Your friends today will not be your friends for long…you’ll abandon some, some will abandon you, and it will be painful, but it will make you the person you are five years from now. Continue reading
I am not your sidekick.
I am not an afterthought.
I am not yesterday’s news.
I am not a visage living in your shadow.
I am not a crumb on the side of the plate.
I am not the white space or the void.
I AM! Continue reading
To My Sister, On Her First Day of Sophomore Year
soph·o·mor·ic: adjective: having or showing a lack of emotional maturity: foolish and immature
What a hopeful outlook society has adopted for a high school student’s second year of high school!
Before year 9 you won’t take this advice very seriously because you won’t really know what I’m talking about. Every year you’ll read this letter again and understand it a little better than you did before. And you’ll find out that what I’m saying is true (in some respects, at least). And you will look back when you graduate and regret a little bit but we’re not all perfect, are we?
Last year, around this time, I wrote a letter to my sister, Victoria, addressing the topic of freshman year…since then it’s become one of the most popular and constantly visited posts on this whole blog.
So I’m here to shed a little knowledge about your second year, and I hope my experience might help you along.
My dearest Vicky,
You’re not hot shit. You’re still an underclassman. You will undoubtedly exhibit behavior seen as unjustifiable, unwarranted by the upperclassmen, and next year, you will also see it as such. Continue reading
This Kid I Know: Bryant
To put it simply, Bryant is my oldest friend. We’ve known each other since the beginning of time, way before pre-school began. During the rough elementary years, we didn’t attend school together, but I think I saw you here and there at tennis practices and remembered the fun times we’d had as toddlers, toddling around Disneyland and North Carolina and whatnot. Continue reading
I AM SO THANKFUL FOR ALL OF YOU
YOU HAVE ALL HEARD SOME ANECDOTE ABOUT HOW I STARTED THIS BLOG PROBABLY A BILLION TIMES ALREADY BUT I JUST WANT TO SAY THANK YOU FOR ALL OF YOUR READING AND SUPPORT!
WITHOUT IT, THIS SITE WOULD BE NOTHING MORE THAN AN ONLINE JOURNAL, AND LIKE MOST JOURNALS (ON AND OFFLINE) I START, I WOULD HAVE ABANDONED IT AFTER NO MORE THAN A FEW WEEKS.
BUT I’M STILL HERE, AND WE’RE NEARING THE TWO YEAR ANNIVERSARY!!!!! WOW.
This Kid I Know: Michael
Sometimes this is Michael.
The first word that comes to mind when I think Michael is short. He’s just a shorty, and he’s accepted it, I’ve accepted it, and everyone else out there should as well.
No one calls him Michael, anyways, we all call him Mihe.
Mihe and I met at the 8th grade debate banquet when I ogled the older debaters, and he was just the younger brother of one of the sophomores. I think we made awkward small talk and I discovered that he was going to my school in the coming fall. Continue reading
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