Dear Jake,
I don't remember what it was about, it was ages ago.
- Jess
Friday, October 1, 2010
Day 25: The person you know that is going through the worst of times.
Dear Mr. Freeze,
Things will get better. I'm sorry that I had to do this to you....
But I know, with all my soul, that you did what you did.
Forgive me.
Truly,
Batgirl
Day 22: Someone you want to give a second chance to.
Dear Marissa,
It's not that you've done me wrong and it's not that you have anything that needs to be forgiven by me. It might be my own insecurities in all of this, but as a girl, I'm sure you can understand.
I feel threatened by you.
Maybe it's instinct. Maybe I'm going back to animalistic roots, because she surely doesn't belong to me; but I can't help but feel a grudging annoyance when you and April display your friendship the way you do. She's been my best friend for the last four-ish years, so finding out that you two have all these inside jokes and such is a little bit of a slap in the face to me.
I've been missing her fiercely and haven't been able to have her over to my place in the last few months because of family issues with an estranged distant member of my mother's side of the family. If she were able to come over all the time like she used to, I assure you that this would not be happening.
I love you both more than I can ever describe, you've done only good by me and despite that we're both two very different people, I still feel like you're a sister to me. But it's painful to know that April is at your house virtually every weekend when she used to basically live with my family.
It's hard to ignore it because I miss my relationship with her. I miss when our profile pictures used to match, when we texted at all hours, and when we had messages together. Lately, it's been none of this, and when I see my best friend having a similar relationship with another person that she once had with me, it hurts my feelings.
I think, because of this, is why I can be so hostile with you; which hurts me as well because I don't like being cold in your direction. It's not you and your relationship with her that's the problem; it's that mine has been forced to be on hold because I can't see her like you can - and that's what pisses me off.
I love you. Trust me, you will always be my sister.
And I'm confident that one day, things between she and I will go back to the way they belong.
Love,
Jess :]
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Day 21: Someone you judged by their first impression.
Dear McKenzie,
I never thought after our first meeting that we'd be best friends like we are now! In fact, I never thought I would even be remotely close enough to you to talk about my problems and issues with you like I can; or about the dream men for us that God will put into our lives to marry. Truth be told, I didn't like you very much when we first met.
You came off as a stiff and I, who goes with the flow, couldn't stand it. But as we talked more and shared a Funky Monkey that fateful night in the Youth Unleashed building - which was, at the time, still the 365 building - I knew that our friendship was going to only get better and better from there.
So what if you thought I was weird back then!?
You were right!
And now I've corrupted you into being weird too!
HAHA! SUCKA!
Love, eternally,
Jess :]
P.S. WE GET MANSIONS!!!! haha ;D
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Day 20: The one that broke your heart the hardest.
Dear Kevin Jonas,
WHYYY DID YOU HAVE TO GET MARRIIIIED?!?!?!?!?!?!
Love,
Jessica
Day 18: A person in your life that you know that you wish you could be.
Dear Me,
Keep up the good work!
You're like, totally adorable.
:D
Love,
Me
Day 17: Someone from your childhood.
Dear Spencer,
We were childhood sweethearts. :] You were real stuck on me and I was real stick on. Truth be told, we were super cute together; and we really should have gotten married. lol
I hope the life you're leading right now is a beautiful one. Thank you for talking to me about God at a time that I didn't want to listen.
Love,
Jessie
Day 16: Someone that’s not in your state/country.
Dear Connor,
I could really use the big brother advice or affection right now. :/ All this drama is giving me a migraine... I know you're busy with school, but I do miss you lots and lots.
Come hooome!
Love,
Jess-Bear
Monday, September 20, 2010
Day 14: Someone you’ve drifted away from.
Dear April,
We need to fix things. I love you, you're my best friend.
It's not fair that I get to see you less than everyone else.
We need to make an effort. Both of us.
Love,
Joe. Y
Day 13: Someone you wish could forgive you.
Dear Next-Person-I-Hurt,
I hope you don't get too upset at me for whatever goes down in the future. =[
Love,
Jess
Day 12: The person you hate most or someone who caused you a lot of pain.
Harold,
Fall in a hole.
ihatechu,
Jessica.
Day 11: A deceased person you wish you could talk to.
Dear Dad,
You and I have never exactly had a relationship.
We didn't meet before you died, and you really didn't know I was gonna be born.
It pains me to say this, but the way some people describe you...I'm glad I'm one of a kind.
It's not fair, some of the way you acted.
I'm going to do better for myself and my children one day.
Love,
Jessica
Day 10: Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to.
Dear Pikachu,
ANSWER THAT MESSAGE ALREADY!
D: I miss you so fiercely.
I think you and I need to hug.
Love,
Pichu Y
P.S. How about this Wednesday...? :]
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Day 09: Someone you wish you could meet.
Dear Jesus,
You count. Despite that we already have a very intimate relationship, I can't wait to meet You face to face.
I think, the moment I see those holes in Your hands, I'm going to fall to my knees and remain at Your feet for some 20,000 years before I go venture to meet someone else. I'd really like to kick it with Daniel, David, Paul, and John after we hang out.
Love,
Jessica
Day 08: Your favorite Internet friend.
Dear Siobhan,
Technically, you really can't count for this because you're my brother's girlfriend; but the only way we can really communicate is texting, MSN/e-mail and RSM.
But anyway...
I think you should know how I really feel about you.
When Connor lost Heather and Aiden, I didn't think he'd ever be okay again. I knew, for sure, that part of me was going to be heartbroken over my sweet little nephew for the rest of my life. A large portion of our very broken and odd family was taken from us and I was scared that things would never be the same, or that I'd never see my brother smile ever again.
But then, you came into his life.
Given, you've been friends for years, and have known him perhaps not quite as long as I have, if only just a short time less. However, there was an initial feeling of being invaded upon: this was my brother, my family, and our time together. But...for the first time in a while, Connor smiled.
So, I sucked up all my feelings of annoyance and grief and let go of Connor in a small way, if only to allow him to enjoy his time with you without having to worry about me.
And as the time went on, I loved you like a sister, and it became not just bearable, but enjoyable having you with us.
I do love you, Siobhan. And I'm so glad Connor loves you.
Love and Dark Marks,
'Benedict'
Day 07: Your ex
Dear Jake,
Unfortunately...you count as an ex, don't you?
Well.
I'll just say this: We'll see how long that lasts.
Love,
Jessie
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Day 06: A stranger
Dear Man-From-The-Grocery-Store,
I didn't mean to alarm you when I began to bag all of your items. I didn't mistake them as mine; I just wanted to do something nice for someone I didn't know and make things a bit easier for you. I hope it didn't come off as rude, initially, and I hope that it sincerely made you want to go and do something nice for another stranger.
:]
Yours truly,
Teenage-Girl-From-The-Checkout-Line
I didn't mean to alarm you when I began to bag all of your items. I didn't mistake them as mine; I just wanted to do something nice for someone I didn't know and make things a bit easier for you. I hope it didn't come off as rude, initially, and I hope that it sincerely made you want to go and do something nice for another stranger.
:]
Yours truly,
Teenage-Girl-From-The-Checkout-Line
Friday, September 10, 2010
Day 05: Someone you love.
Dear God,
:D Surprise, I'm writing You a letter! ^-^ How special!
But what can I say? Surely not enough to convey to You how much I love You and appreciate Your presence in my life. Albeit, it can be a little difficult to carry out all Your commandments sometimes, but in the end, Your reprimanding nature has all been in an effort to love me and correct me.
I can't begin to tell You how much I love You.
You've been my Father when my real Father was unable to be in my life. It seems that every bad season in my life was all contrived in a sense. Things to test my faith and keep me believing; and it worked.
I can say that I just wish I would have run to Your loving arms sooner.
Jesus, You're my best friend, my lover, my savior, my King. You hold me at a level I cannot comprehend, even at my very worst, and You humble me when I'm getting a little too big of a head.
I'm sorry for the things I have ever said in my life to You that have hurt You. And I'm eternally grateful that all of that stupidity has not distracted from Your great mercy and love for me.
Love always,
Your Daughter,
Jess.
Day 04: Your sibling (or closest relative).
Dear Connor,
What can I say about you besides that you're the best older brother that anyone could ever ask for on the face of the planet?
You're my rock; you've been there through issues with friends, heartbreak, loss, fights with mom and all that jazz. Despite that we're not related by blood, as much as we are by adopting one another, there's no doubt in my mind that you really are my brother, and that in some crazy mix-up, God decided to get creative and separate us just so we could find each other again.
I can't tell you how thankful I really am for everything you've done for me. You've kept me sane in an otherwise insane world; and we've had our share of moments of going insane together, if not for good measure. :]
We've done and seeing everything, I think. We've free-styled, texted weird pictures back and forth, watched Doctor Who while munching oreos, we've talked mess and gotten into extreme arguments about how much we value the other person, we've taken over muggle and wizard England with Benedict and Eolande, and desolated the existence of thousands of innocent lives.
Teehee. :D
Haha, but yes.
You're my brother. My unrelenting family. I can trust you with everything.
I simply wish this one thing: that you could see your value in the same light that I do.
I love you, brudder. Conizzle.
Love,
Little Sister
Funky Fresh
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Day 03: Your parents.
Dear Mom,
Although the letter is initially supposed to be toward your parents, I can't bring myself to write to my father when I didn't even know him. It's a little hard for me to get through that fact because, honestly, I feel like a lot of my childhood was robbed from me in that sense.
The truth is, 90% of what a girl thinks of herself comes from what her father instills in her - and the trauma of his absence is everywhere I look in the body of my existence. Honestly, before God, it was very hard to believe I had much value at all - whether it was intelligence or general physical attractiveness. Even now, I have those days where I hate the way I look and can't get over the fact that I don't resemble my more beautiful female friends. In fact, I don't doubt that this will haunt me for a majority of my life.
I feel robbed of my childhood mainly because I never got to be any man's little girl. Pop-Pop, while he holds dearest to me and the closest thing to my father that I have, doesn't count. He has his own daughters, and I am not one. And as much as I try to insist that it won't affect who I am in the long run...it will.
Someone else will have to walk me down the isle of my wedding. Someone else will have to take his place in my father-daughter dance.
However...I'm beginning to gain that relationship with other men besides Pop-Pop. Healthy relationships that will take me where I need to go. Bayless, Tom, Harrison, Gabriel, and Cory. My makeshift fathers who each supply me with what I need. Bayless, whom I seek for advice; Tom Schulte for the words of affirmation every daughter needs; and Harrison, Gabriel, and Cory as my dear, trustworthy fatherly-type figures.
The relationships are not necessarily conventional, but they're healthy, nurturing, and will let me grow. I never got my own, personal dad; but in return, I received six men - including Pop-Pop - who can fill that void better than anything else can. For this, I am grateful.
But honestly?
I love you more than you could ever fathom, or imagine that someone my age could love another person. You've had to be a two-in-one, and for that, I love you with all of the love that is yours, and all that I reserved for my father. You're my mother, my dear friend, and my confidant.
I admit, sometimes I'm overly thankful for the other adult women in my life that give me what you do not - Tammy, Cassy, Joanne - but they have their own children. Albeit, sometimes, I need you to be what you cannot; and I know that it causes me to get upset with you and you to get defensive in return, but you cannot understand my position.
You are all I have.
I'm trying to understand that compassion is in short supply with you. You had me at a young age, so it's hard for you to reach out to me as your child in that way, because you were still one when I came to be. However, I need you to understand me too, sometimes.
I don't mean to get so snappy with you. But- and you must understand that this is because I have never been affirmed in myself the way you have from grandpa - the wrong words, no matter how playfully executed, can very deeply affect me.
In terms of raising me, you've done the absolute best that anyone in your position could have done. I'm bright, ambitious, polite, and have many dreams and enough talent to accomplish each of them.
I know there are those moments where you step back and truly evaluate the fact that I really am the flesh of your flesh; and I have to admit that I'm surprised too.
We're such polar opposites that it's a wonder we get along at all. You can be reserved, quiet, and you think things through before you carry them out. I'm shameless, rambunctious, and go with the flow more than I plan.
Honestly, I think that's where it branches your worry for my future. But all I can say is this:
Don't. My future is secure already, remember? And sometimes, I wish that you would take just ten minutes to read my work. I think if you did,you'd see that it's advanced for someone who hasn't reached twenty; and you'd understand that everything I say I'm going to do, will be done.
Finally, I wish you would see yourself the way you need to be seen.
You don't need changing in the slightest to me.
Everything you are, as it stands, is grand.
Love,
Jai.
Although the letter is initially supposed to be toward your parents, I can't bring myself to write to my father when I didn't even know him. It's a little hard for me to get through that fact because, honestly, I feel like a lot of my childhood was robbed from me in that sense.
The truth is, 90% of what a girl thinks of herself comes from what her father instills in her - and the trauma of his absence is everywhere I look in the body of my existence. Honestly, before God, it was very hard to believe I had much value at all - whether it was intelligence or general physical attractiveness. Even now, I have those days where I hate the way I look and can't get over the fact that I don't resemble my more beautiful female friends. In fact, I don't doubt that this will haunt me for a majority of my life.
I feel robbed of my childhood mainly because I never got to be any man's little girl. Pop-Pop, while he holds dearest to me and the closest thing to my father that I have, doesn't count. He has his own daughters, and I am not one. And as much as I try to insist that it won't affect who I am in the long run...it will.
Someone else will have to walk me down the isle of my wedding. Someone else will have to take his place in my father-daughter dance.
However...I'm beginning to gain that relationship with other men besides Pop-Pop. Healthy relationships that will take me where I need to go. Bayless, Tom, Harrison, Gabriel, and Cory. My makeshift fathers who each supply me with what I need. Bayless, whom I seek for advice; Tom Schulte for the words of affirmation every daughter needs; and Harrison, Gabriel, and Cory as my dear, trustworthy fatherly-type figures.
The relationships are not necessarily conventional, but they're healthy, nurturing, and will let me grow. I never got my own, personal dad; but in return, I received six men - including Pop-Pop - who can fill that void better than anything else can. For this, I am grateful.
But honestly?
I love you more than you could ever fathom, or imagine that someone my age could love another person. You've had to be a two-in-one, and for that, I love you with all of the love that is yours, and all that I reserved for my father. You're my mother, my dear friend, and my confidant.
I admit, sometimes I'm overly thankful for the other adult women in my life that give me what you do not - Tammy, Cassy, Joanne - but they have their own children. Albeit, sometimes, I need you to be what you cannot; and I know that it causes me to get upset with you and you to get defensive in return, but you cannot understand my position.
You are all I have.
I'm trying to understand that compassion is in short supply with you. You had me at a young age, so it's hard for you to reach out to me as your child in that way, because you were still one when I came to be. However, I need you to understand me too, sometimes.
I don't mean to get so snappy with you. But- and you must understand that this is because I have never been affirmed in myself the way you have from grandpa - the wrong words, no matter how playfully executed, can very deeply affect me.
In terms of raising me, you've done the absolute best that anyone in your position could have done. I'm bright, ambitious, polite, and have many dreams and enough talent to accomplish each of them.
I know there are those moments where you step back and truly evaluate the fact that I really am the flesh of your flesh; and I have to admit that I'm surprised too.
We're such polar opposites that it's a wonder we get along at all. You can be reserved, quiet, and you think things through before you carry them out. I'm shameless, rambunctious, and go with the flow more than I plan.
Honestly, I think that's where it branches your worry for my future. But all I can say is this:
Don't. My future is secure already, remember? And sometimes, I wish that you would take just ten minutes to read my work. I think if you did,you'd see that it's advanced for someone who hasn't reached twenty; and you'd understand that everything I say I'm going to do, will be done.
Finally, I wish you would see yourself the way you need to be seen.
You don't need changing in the slightest to me.
Everything you are, as it stands, is grand.
Love,
Jai.
Day 02: Your crush
Dear Jake,
Although we dated for roughly three months and although we're very obviously over, I still kind of consider you as my crush. However, it was very difficult to decide whether you would for sure be the center of my letter or whether or not I would have to figure out a past crush or something. It seems inappropriate now to call you my crush when our feelings have changed a little and for the fact that I broke up with you.
Honestly, I'm sorry that things have come to the terms they have with ex issues for you and my feelings of unimportance. But what I do know is that, despite that the chances of us getting back together any time soon are very slim, I did give you a part of my heart that no other guy ever got from me. And despite that our time in a relationship was not longer than the time we spent as friends, I can truly say that I loved you in a way that I never loved another person; and that, if we were to meet up in the far future, I would smile at you with no qualms, and recall how we spent a whole summer falling asleep on the phone in the late-night hours, and learning things from one another (how to care for another person in my case and your value in yours) in these late days.
So I leave you with this quote:
"Summer romances begin for all kinds of reasons, but when all is said and done, they have one thing in common. They're shooting stars, a spectacular moment of light in the heavens, fleeting glimpse of eternity, and in a flash they're gone."
I have confidence that you will always be important to me and that a portion of my heart will always be with you...as my first love; my summer romance.
Love,
Jessie
Although we dated for roughly three months and although we're very obviously over, I still kind of consider you as my crush. However, it was very difficult to decide whether you would for sure be the center of my letter or whether or not I would have to figure out a past crush or something. It seems inappropriate now to call you my crush when our feelings have changed a little and for the fact that I broke up with you.
Honestly, I'm sorry that things have come to the terms they have with ex issues for you and my feelings of unimportance. But what I do know is that, despite that the chances of us getting back together any time soon are very slim, I did give you a part of my heart that no other guy ever got from me. And despite that our time in a relationship was not longer than the time we spent as friends, I can truly say that I loved you in a way that I never loved another person; and that, if we were to meet up in the far future, I would smile at you with no qualms, and recall how we spent a whole summer falling asleep on the phone in the late-night hours, and learning things from one another (how to care for another person in my case and your value in yours) in these late days.
So I leave you with this quote:
"Summer romances begin for all kinds of reasons, but when all is said and done, they have one thing in common. They're shooting stars, a spectacular moment of light in the heavens, fleeting glimpse of eternity, and in a flash they're gone."
I have confidence that you will always be important to me and that a portion of my heart will always be with you...as my first love; my summer romance.
Love,
Jessie
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Day 01: Your Best Friend
Dear April,
It pains me to admit that I had to think very carefully on whether or not I would be making you the very center of this letter. Not because you don't deserve it, I assure you that you do; but because I haven't been quite sure as to whether or not our friendship is up to the standard that it used to pass every day.
Truthfully, we're not on the same level we used to be. When we'd sooner run away and join the circus together than ever consider the audacious thought of being separated. I suppose that it's made me a little bitter that our bond is not as mutually treasured as it used to be.
And I cannot blame you.
While we used to be attached at the hip through every second of every day, it's becoming ever clearer that that portion of our relationship is over for a season, if not for a reason.
I hate admitting to myself that without you, I truly have no one else I can tell everything. I feel robbed of my dearest and most treasured companion; and truly, there are no words in the English language to convey how much you mean to me. You're the Thelma to my Louise. The Ethel to my Lucy. The Robin to my Batman.
You're my best friend.
And I feel like this has been stolen from me for reasons that I would rather not discuss here.
All in all...I feel like the day will come that we'll come snapping back together like a rubber band. Attached at the hip like nothing in the world matters and we'll never be without the others friendship for the rest of our lives.
Is it wrong of me to not care who this hurts or what I have to sacrifice?
Love,
Jess-Pie <3
It pains me to admit that I had to think very carefully on whether or not I would be making you the very center of this letter. Not because you don't deserve it, I assure you that you do; but because I haven't been quite sure as to whether or not our friendship is up to the standard that it used to pass every day.
Truthfully, we're not on the same level we used to be. When we'd sooner run away and join the circus together than ever consider the audacious thought of being separated. I suppose that it's made me a little bitter that our bond is not as mutually treasured as it used to be.
And I cannot blame you.
While we used to be attached at the hip through every second of every day, it's becoming ever clearer that that portion of our relationship is over for a season, if not for a reason.
I hate admitting to myself that without you, I truly have no one else I can tell everything. I feel robbed of my dearest and most treasured companion; and truly, there are no words in the English language to convey how much you mean to me. You're the Thelma to my Louise. The Ethel to my Lucy. The Robin to my Batman.
You're my best friend.
And I feel like this has been stolen from me for reasons that I would rather not discuss here.
All in all...I feel like the day will come that we'll come snapping back together like a rubber band. Attached at the hip like nothing in the world matters and we'll never be without the others friendship for the rest of our lives.
Is it wrong of me to not care who this hurts or what I have to sacrifice?
Love,
Jess-Pie <3
A lot can happen in fifty days...
Basically, the point of this challenge is to write one letter a day to the following people. You must be honest, uncut, and very clear about how you feel at that person at that very moment. Yeah, it'll be a little nasty here or there but truly...I think this is something I simply need to do.
I hope people can forgive me if I come off as austere. Truly, this is not my intention.
Here goes nothin'.
Day 01: Your best friend.
Day 02: Your crush
Day 03: Your parents.
Day 04: Your sibling (or closest relative).
Day 05: Someone you love.
Day 06: A stranger.
Day 07: Your ex (boyfriend/girlfriend/friend/crush)
Day 08: Your favorite Internet friend.
Day 09: Someone you wish you could meet.
Day 10: Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to.
Day 11: A deceased person you wish you could talk to.
Day 12: The person you hate most or someone who caused you a lot of pain.
Day 13: Someone you wish could forgive you.
Day 14: Someone you’ve drifted away from.
Day 15: The person you miss the most.
Day 16: Someone that’s not in your state/country.
Day 17: Someone from your childhood.
Day 18: A person in your life that you know that you wish you could be.
Day 19: Someone that pesters your mind, good or bad.
Day 20: The one that broke your heart the hardest.
Day 21: Someone you judged by their first impression.
Day 22: Someone you want to give a second chance to.
Day 23: The last person you kissed.
Day 24: Someone who judged you.
Day 25: The person you know that is going through the worst of times.
Day 26: The last person you made a pinky promise to.
Day 27: The friendliest person you knew for only one day.
Day 28: Someone that changed your life.
Day 29: The person that you want to tell everything to, but are too afraid to.
Day 30: Your reflection in the mirror.
Day 31: Someone that you hold a grudge against.
Day 32: Your Significant Other (Or best friend)
Day 33: The person you admire the most.
Day 34: A Celebrity crush
Day 35: A distant relative.
Day 36: Your pet.
Day 37: Someone you walked past today that caught your eye.
Day 38: A character in a book/movie/show that you relate to.
Day 39: The last person you said goodbye to.
Day 40: Someone you wanted to yell at.
Day 41: The person you envy the most.
Day 42: Someone you know who lied to you.
Day 43: Someone you've lied to.
Day 44: Your best friend in the whole wide world when you were a kid.
Day 45: A person who has taken you by storm, flipping your world upside down, in a good way.
Day 46: Someone who shares something in common with you that you know of.
Day 47: Someone you think is awesome.
Day 48: Your very first imaginary friend.
Day 49: The last person you shared a hug with.
Day 50: To someone you wanted to help.
I hope people can forgive me if I come off as austere. Truly, this is not my intention.
Here goes nothin'.
Day 01: Your best friend.
Day 02: Your crush
Day 03: Your parents.
Day 04: Your sibling (or closest relative).
Day 05: Someone you love.
Day 06: A stranger.
Day 07: Your ex (boyfriend/girlfriend/friend/crush)
Day 08: Your favorite Internet friend.
Day 09: Someone you wish you could meet.
Day 10: Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to.
Day 11: A deceased person you wish you could talk to.
Day 12: The person you hate most or someone who caused you a lot of pain.
Day 13: Someone you wish could forgive you.
Day 14: Someone you’ve drifted away from.
Day 15: The person you miss the most.
Day 16: Someone that’s not in your state/country.
Day 17: Someone from your childhood.
Day 18: A person in your life that you know that you wish you could be.
Day 19: Someone that pesters your mind, good or bad.
Day 20: The one that broke your heart the hardest.
Day 21: Someone you judged by their first impression.
Day 22: Someone you want to give a second chance to.
Day 23: The last person you kissed.
Day 24: Someone who judged you.
Day 25: The person you know that is going through the worst of times.
Day 26: The last person you made a pinky promise to.
Day 27: The friendliest person you knew for only one day.
Day 28: Someone that changed your life.
Day 29: The person that you want to tell everything to, but are too afraid to.
Day 30: Your reflection in the mirror.
Day 31: Someone that you hold a grudge against.
Day 32: Your Significant Other (Or best friend)
Day 33: The person you admire the most.
Day 34: A Celebrity crush
Day 35: A distant relative.
Day 36: Your pet.
Day 37: Someone you walked past today that caught your eye.
Day 38: A character in a book/movie/show that you relate to.
Day 39: The last person you said goodbye to.
Day 40: Someone you wanted to yell at.
Day 41: The person you envy the most.
Day 42: Someone you know who lied to you.
Day 43: Someone you've lied to.
Day 44: Your best friend in the whole wide world when you were a kid.
Day 45: A person who has taken you by storm, flipping your world upside down, in a good way.
Day 46: Someone who shares something in common with you that you know of.
Day 47: Someone you think is awesome.
Day 48: Your very first imaginary friend.
Day 49: The last person you shared a hug with.
Day 50: To someone you wanted to help.
Fifty Day Challenge
I'm pretty pathetic, no?
Honestly, - and I'm so sorry to my few home slices that actually read this thingy - I just could not bring myself to remember to post a new photograph and blog every single day for 365 days. Are you kidding me?
What. A. Pain.
However.
I've decided that I'm going to try something similar, but not so demanding and emotionally exhausting. What a mood-killer - to love writing and being forced to write about whatever that specific day. Sometimes I wanna be creative and shake it up 'til it pops.
Bueno?
Alrighty.
I'm going to be taking this daily letter-writing challenge for the next fifty days - the list and first letter will follow in two separate posts soon - as a kind of soul-searching. I need to let out a lot of emotional junk that I've held on way too much. Ugh.
Honestly, I don't give a darn who reads this.
It'll be raw.
And uncut.
Like me.
Love,
Spider Monkey
Honestly, - and I'm so sorry to my few home slices that actually read this thingy - I just could not bring myself to remember to post a new photograph and blog every single day for 365 days. Are you kidding me?
What. A. Pain.
However.
I've decided that I'm going to try something similar, but not so demanding and emotionally exhausting. What a mood-killer - to love writing and being forced to write about whatever that specific day. Sometimes I wanna be creative and shake it up 'til it pops.
Bueno?
Alrighty.
I'm going to be taking this daily letter-writing challenge for the next fifty days - the list and first letter will follow in two separate posts soon - as a kind of soul-searching. I need to let out a lot of emotional junk that I've held on way too much. Ugh.
Honestly, I don't give a darn who reads this.
It'll be raw.
And uncut.
Like me.
Love,
Spider Monkey
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