To You Who I Feel Like Have Not Seen Forever

“Good friends discuss their boyfriends. Best friends talk about poop.” – someecards.

Poor Eyesight Serves Me Bad

I keep laughing it off whenever I recall about yesterday.

To Those Who Have Touched My Twenty-One Years of Life But Are No Longer A Part Of It

I wish I was good in writing as the author.

Brianna Woodward

To those who have touched my twenty-one years of life but are no longer a part of it,

I hope all is well with you. It’s been a while. It could be a month or two. Or maybe over a decade. Either way, hello.

I turned twenty-one this past January. Crazy, I know. I hope you’ve had beautiful birthdays since the last time we’ve spoken. And I hope the years between those birthdays have been beautiful too.

I’m a lot different since I last saw you. I’m learning more about myself every single day. Sometimes it feels like I’m backtracking, or like I don’t know myself at all. But I can’t even say I’m the same person I was a month ago. So I’ve realized it’s okay to get confused by myself every once in a while.

I wanted to write to you for a lot of reasons. To say…

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Terrifying 30 no more.

In the past few years, I’ve been worryingly thinking about how would it be when it’s time to turn 30. More importantly, how will myself be doing at that time? Will I be well? OR worse? Terrifying, I know.

Little things in life.

I stumbled upon one post saying, a research reported in American Psychologist journal found that a person who lists down at least 3 good things happened in his daily life everyday for a week has proven to appear more happy and less stressful compared to others in the period of one month, three months and six months afterward.