d.

She was the type of girl you’d see from miles away.

Always sharply dressed and put together. She was cool. And stylish. And she would never look at you. At least that’s what you think.

She’s always laughing with her friends. An inside joke, probably.

In a sea of 350 students, all you can see is her.

You sigh and keep on staring. She notices you and her lips curve up, giving you a half-smile. She looked confused but not creeped out so that’s good.

After the lecture ends you want to say something to her. Anything.

You know she’s always the last one to leave, always forgetting her phone. Silly girl.

You smile fondly at the girl whose name you do not know. But you feel like you know her.

You stand by the door, lost in thought. Black boots approach you.

Could it be…? This is the moment you have been waiting for all semester.

“Hi,” she says.

“Hey,” you reply.

She waits for you to respond and when you don’t, she looks away. She probably thinks you are dumb and you have no idea what to say next.

You have been imagining this moment a million times, maybe more. But your legs turn into jelly because her gaze is on you and you are so awkward and she is like sunshine.

The silence lingers on and your face turns red.

“Your shoes!” You blurt out.

“What?”

She cocks her head to the side, her brown eyes wide with confusion.

God, she is so beautiful.

“Your shoes- they’re nice,” you stammer.

“Oh, um. Thanks,” she smiles and looks down at her feet.

A lock of her dark hair falls onto her face and it takes everything out of you to not tuck her soft curl back behind her ear.

“I’m late for my next class,” she says.

“Okay.”

“I’ll see you around.”

She smiles at you again and walks out the door.

You leave in opposite directions.

When you hear her footsteps getting fainter and fainter, you turn around to catch a glimpse of her one last time.

Your heart skips a beat when you see that she is already looking at you.

 

— for Dena, the girl everyone sees from miles away

love & guilt

I don’t think I express enough gratitude. My thoughts are so muddled sometimes and life just moves so fast that I never have enough time to just sit down and reflect on how lucky I am to have so many amazing people in my life. Sometimes I get scared thinking about how much people actually care about me. Partially, because I always feel so guilty. Who am I, and why do I deserve your love?  I spent the majority of my childhood and adolescence really loathing my existence. I mean, I’m just me, right? I wonder if they realize that I don’t have much to offer them. I’m not even that funny or smart. I’m just me. I know I shouldn’t feel this way – I shouldn’t feel guilty that I’ve accepted the love I’ve been given. But I just can’t help it.

I just feel so silly writing about all of this because I’ve been trying so hard with the whole self-love thing. I always talk about how much better life is for me now that I’ve started writing more and getting more in touch with myself. But the truth is, it’s always going to be hard. I’ll always have to try to make a conscientious effort to take care of myself. Sure, it gets a little easier, but it’s never going to be easy breezy. I don’t know what’s with me – I’m always going through ups and downs and confused in-betweens. This is just one of those.

I’m not quite sure whether or not I’ll post this, but when I first started this blog, I wanted to be completely myself and completely honest. This is my safe place. I know this entire post sounds as though I’m complaining about wow all the love I’ve been given and wow so many people love me. I promise that’s not what I meant at all. I’m so thankful. It’s just hard to accept sometimes.

So, *ahem* as the sole inhabitant of this safe place, I loudly and proudly announce: I am so grateful for all the wonderful people in my life – I have sweet sisters, close friends who have my back, and a best friend who always supports me. A boyfriend who always makes me feel safe. I’m grateful for all the love I’ve received from this world – God knows I don’t deserve it, but I have it and I am thankful.

 

Okay, that’s all for tonight! Thanks for reading my ramblings, I’m gonna go hide in a hole now, bye! X

 

 

 

 

 

ii. a letter to my future self

tumblr_oza4b92CHB1wc2gv3o1_1280Hi readers! Since most of you were delighted by my previous “letter to my future self,” I thought why not post another one? This post actually predates the last one (I know I know I know I know, I suck.) But this one was salvaged from my old bedroom in Bangkok, and I believe it was written during the spring break of my senior year in high school.

Also, I’ll have you know that I am thoroughly embarrassed by these posts. Writing used to be something that helped me express myself in a way that I wanted people to see me, i.e. mysterious, cool. Alas my writing has its limitations and I can only be fake cool for so long. Yes, I surrender to the cool gods. You guys win. Revel in it.

Anyway, welcome to my mind. It’s a fun place.


10 March 2017

Dear me,

How are you? I hope people are still asking you that. You’re probably in college and you’re back for break…? As of now, I don’t know where I want to go yet, but no matter where you chose, it was a good choice. If not, nothing’s permanent! Hey, transferring is always an option. I hope that you are happy and you are safe. Knowing you (AKA myself), I know that you are unafraid to throw yourself out there to experience all the possibilities of life. But please be careful because there are people out there who love you. Dad, mom, Nina, Sara – even little grandma. Are you still writing? I sure hope you are because words are so so powerful (but you know that). Please don’t forget to push a little harder. Things sometimes don’t work out, but you KNOW that you can do this. I hope that you are where you want to be.

Remember: if you don’t like something, change it. And if you can’t change it, accept it. Be honest. Especially to yourself. All wounds heal. And you’re never ever alone. I hope you go home each night to a warm bed and maybe someone’s arms – and safe. You are important. And you are loved. Take care of yourself.

Love,

Me at 17 xx

 


Post-letter thoughts (present day)

Should I respond to these letters? I feel rude. Even if it is to myself. Is this stupid? Am I crazy? Please let me know if I should respond to my past self. Thanks for reading!

this is what love feels like

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Don’t. Don’t burn those pictures.

Don’t throw away the precious memories you had- the moments filled with pure innocence and happiness. They’re wrong. You don’t have to forget to move on. Take those polaroid pictures out at 2 AM. Remember. Remember the way his lips felt, the tone of his voice, the softness of his warm brown eyes. Remember his gentle touch- his hands in your hair, his arms wrapped around your waist. Let your eyes well up at the thought of the moments that you cannot get back. This is what love feels like.

Love. This single word seems to be what defines our existence. Such a simple four-lettered word- how can it elicit so many feelings from each of us?

What do you think of when you think of love?

Do you think of rainy days spent curled on a cozy couch with him holding you? All the deep conversations that lasted till the AM? Laying down next to her, legs tangled, talking about where you wanted to live together? Do you remember how you felt, when she pressed her lips against your forehead? Do you remember how fast your heart was racing when you first kissed? Remember how nervous you were before you took off your clothes for the first time? He made you feel beautiful and safe. Do you remember her breath on your cheeks as she fell asleep next to you? You wished that moment could last forever.

Love is blinding. Love is passionate. Love is safe. Love is when you feel like you’re finally home. But love is also sorrow. It is heartbreak. It tears you apart. Love makes you sit waiting at 3 AM wondering when he will come home. Or if he will ever call. Love is broken promises. Love is tear-stained sleeves, empty mailboxes and lonely nights. Love tastes like cigarettes and mistakes. Love is crying yourself to sleep every night because the empty space on your bed matches your empty heart. But love makes you feel.

From the best of feelings to the worst, here are 37 statements from anonymous individuals (submitted both online and quoted in person) of all ages and their take on love.

1. “Duty to perform to yourself and to others with selflessness and with care.” – 10

2. “Love sucks.” – 17

3. “Love is innocence.” – 17

4. “Love isn’t how far you get, but how many obstacles you had to overcome to be where you are.” – 17

5. “Apparently, it’s the mind that falls in love and not the heart.” – 17

6. “When he scores a 4/5 on the list of things-I-don’t-want-my-boyfriend-to-be, but he’s still my ideal one.” – 17

7. “Love is an idea that we as humans should spread around the world, especially with all the violence going on, we forget simple things such as to love one another.” – 18

8. “The vision of imperfection being perfect, disregarding the flaws, no matter how bad they can be.” – 18

9. “It’s like when you look at them you feel like someone is physically gripping your heart. They have all the power over you. In a way it kind of hurts but in the best way it ever could.” – 18

10. “Love is patient, love is kind.” – 18

11. “Love is when someone chooses us over everyone else- under any circumstance” – 18

12. “Love is love is love.” – 18

13. “Love is subjective and overused, people mistreat it, abuse it, and fool around with it like some jiggly water balloon.” – 18

14. “Something that feels like home, gives you endless highs, but is the closest thing to death.” – 19

15. “Love is all about fucking.” – 19

16. “I don’t know what love is.” – 19

17. “Give and take.” – 19

18. “Unconditional.” – 19

19. “Not worth it.” – 19

20. “An overrated, intangible misconception that people still continuously search for.” – 19

21. “Love is letting him do it in the butt.” – 19

22. “Suffering for someone.” – 19

23. “Knowing that you can rely on this person more than you can rely on yourself.” -19

24. “A best friend.” – 19

25. “Love is not real.” – 20

26. “Loving you even after I saw your flaws.” – 20

27. “Love, easily, is pure honesty- with yourself and others. More importantly, love is psychosomatic, but that’s okay. After all, aren’t we allowed to make things up? – 21

28. “Fake, people settling for the best they can.” – 21

29. “Enhanced dopamine, overload of serotonin, and a fuckload of adrenaline.” – 21

30. “Socially constructed.” – 22

31. “Love is an unexplainable happiness that is experienced by someone and has no limit. It is unparalleled to any other feeling.” – 22

32. “What do the kids say these days? Swipe right? Or left?” – 41

33. “Love is like a candle, bright but full of tears.” – 43

34. “Love is selfless. When you love someone, you just want to love them, no need for them to return your love” – 45

35. “Never-ending.” – 46

36. “Loving something or someone else more than you love yourself.” – 47

37. “Love can be anything- seeing another person who means the world to you through how you perceive each other. Deep emotions.” – 70

 

After receiving all these answers, I still don’t have a definition for love.

But what I do know, is that love is everywhere. Love is when you spare a dollar for the homeless man who always sits by the corner store. Or when you hold the door open for someone. Love is when my roommate turns off the lights and pulls the covers on me when I accidentally fall asleep. Love is when my best friend shows up with a box of donuts. Love is when my little sister draws pictures of me. Love is “text me when you get back safely,” and “you’re such an idiot.” Love is losing yourself in someone like they are the ocean and you are desperate to drown.

 

— originally posted on The Odyssey Online

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and send to the haters who “miss you”

Posted on July 2, 2018 by loony katoony

 

dear               ,

you say you miss me.

to clarify, you don’t miss me, you just miss the way i made you feel about yourself.

you miss the attention and validation i gave you.

you never gave a damn about how you made me feel.

[in case you were wondering, i felt                             .]

you lost the privilege of having me in your life when you                                           .

thus, with all due respect, fuck off.

 

regards,

                                        

the quiet

one

two

three

four

stop, please

i can’t breathe

angry red crescent moons

in my palms

deep breaths

it’s okay, i’m okay now

eyes shut tightly

stop seeing

stop remembering that night

stop stop stop

the world moves so slowly

unfeeling

hush now

the quiet after the storm

lingers

on and on

when will it end?