a love letter to me
when I smile and my eyes are basically closed and my head tilts back or towards whoever I'm standing next to & when I'm alone in my room I sing the songs I'm listening to & how I sneakily clean my roommate's dishes and fill her brita filter & my instagram (it sounds shallow but it makes me so happy to look back at all the times I've been happy in the past year) & how I can't handle caffeine at all & the wall above my desk that has little artifacts from friends & the box that sits in the bottom drawer of my desk that holds cards and receipts and other special items worth saving & my nintendo switch that I only play animal crossing on (and only every few months) & the many minion themed items around my room & the books on my shelf that I never read & when I climb up into my bed, it saps so much of my energy that sometimes I just flop onto the rest and hope the rest of my body makes it & my many green shirts & whenever I wear my socks with labradors in science coats, I always show people my socks because "SCIENCE LAB" & when I watch movies, I almost always write my letterboxd review in the middle of it so I don't forget the funny things I think & the way I walk when I'm happy or have energy & when I lie for no reason about when I went to sleep (but the reason is actually because I don't want my friends, who know my sleep schedule is bad, to know my sleep schedule is bad) & the two cat paintings next to my bed & how much I love the beads on my shoes & fiddling with the safety pin on my belt loops or the wodden alligator and rubber sakura keychain on my purse & collecting bottles and rocks & the tally that marks how many times I've hit my head on my bed or the ceiling that's nearing 40 & my "daily tunes" playlist that I add a song to every day & being so horrible at phone calls and leaving voicemails that it makes me laugh & how my room's cleanliness comes and goes on a weekly cycle & still telling people I read as a hobby when I barely do & my lemon mug & the headshot doodles I do & the little cats I draw & the love letters I wrote for each of my friends & when I wash my blanket, I love how it smells & how i don't feel bad anymore about having a samsung phone (it was a slow acceptance, hindered by not so cool friends) & the "he pulls out" munger in my phone case (thanks rai) & even though I don't really like scrambled eggs, I still eat them at breakfast because the potatoes are always so salty & how when I have to do something scary, I tell myself that it'll be my one brave thing of the day and I don't have to do any other scare things after that (but the cool thing about bravery is that once you do one scary thing, you can do the other scary things too) & how adorable I am when I do pigtail braids & when I do my eyeliner & how sometimes when I'm in a good mood and walking somewhere, I'll accidentally skip a little and have to stop myself from skipping more & when I record stories on instagram, I always mess up my story a few times and keep re-recording it & my flow free daily puzzle streak (it's at 134 days so far) & when it's late and I set an alarm so I can take a small nap before getting ready for bed but always end up falling asleep & when I wrap myself up in my blanket so it looks like I choke myself in my sleep & when I wash my blanket, it smells so good (like home detergent, which is just home) & the only fruit I eat at the dlg is the cantaloupe because I love cantaloupe and I rarely have it at home & my spotify playlists & how adorable my es 40 presentation was & how happy writing this makes me because sometimes I feel bad about myself but this makes me feel really good
I genuinely got so sad this blog died, made me happy to be alive. mutuals, normalize writing love letters to yourself. also i love the one scary thing of the day 100 percent will use

























