Aug 18, 2015
my brother just told me i look kind of fat
my reply was “shut up. i’m fucking perfect.”
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my brother just told me i look kind of fat
my reply was “shut up. i’m fucking perfect.”
i crave having a father, or rather, i simply miss my dad. being a doctor, he usually isn't around, but when he is, i find myself being safe. he is probably the closest i can ever call home (no offence, i still love my mom), but it's still different. so seeing those pictures where a father is holding his daughter's hand as he walks her to the aisle, or a father who is cuddling with her little girl under the covers of the bed, i just really miss my dad.
almost four years has passed since his death, and i still remember the feeling, my favorite memory of him, where he takes my hand, lifts me from the couch, and starts dancing along with the smooth tunes from the sunday radio with his big, warm hands holding mine.
NEW YEAR'S RESOLUTION: Try not to say, "this year was shit," every time the year ends
today something good happened
we were reading our poems in class (it was a group project). when my group finally got called, my classmate got up, and stood as our representative, reading our group's poem in class. after he finished reading it, my professor asked for comments. my classmate who wrote really good stories, raised her hand up in the air. she stood up, and exclaimed that the poem was beautiful. she loved it and all that. what caught my attention was when she began to read the second to the last line of the stanza that i was assigned to compose.
it was pretty great. i thought i did a shitty job since i did that for about five minutes or less, but she loved it, and i don't know, i'm just happy she did.
last night, i dreamt that my mom was singing a duet with alanis morissette. i just laughed when i woke up.
exist first then find your essence
my world literature professor (love you)
having no internet in a week is like dying for a year
i want to have my dad again