You think the hardest thing about life is the days each week you forget your lunch and are given a grilled cheese sandwich and milk. Bless you. Bless you for not having your heart broken yet. Still intact. Still believing, as you'll read in a few years, in Anne Frank's immortal words, "that people are really good at heart." You also like to stretch to make attempts at poetic language. GFY.
This year, your teacher, Mrs. Julius, will tell you that you're rushing through your homework assignments. You won't care. You will be too busy trading pokemon cards and getting them stolen. Getting your stuff stolen is kind of a theme in your life. You're not really responsible. You like to believe it comes from your parents' idea that material things are less important than people things. But really, you just lose things. You're careless. You learn this fact in school this year when you make silly mistakes on homework. It's okay. Things are shiny.
Forgiving the Body Which Grows My Wings (Part I)
June 6, 2016
The First Day of the Rest of My Life (attempt #4?)