dear everybody that doesn't know i'm still in school,
please stop asking if i'm still in school. i am. you will know when i graduate. there will probably be a town parade.
dear gluten,
please don't be in everything that tastes so good.
dear intestines/stomach,
please don't be allergic to gluten. you're making me miserable.
dear person who hit my car and didn't leave a note,
i am still angry at you.
dear people upstairs,
please stop playing roller derby, practicing for the olympic gymnastics team, or mosh pitting upstairs. you do have someone living under you. and sweet niblets, stop prancing in heels at 8 oclock in the morning.
dear hair,
please grow.
dear bank account,
please grow.
dear sleep,
i know we haven't been the best of friends. i'm not really sure if we were ever friends. but please come back to me and let me enjoy you at a reasonable hour. this nocturnal stuff is no fun when you live by yourself.
dear headaches,
you are going to make me overdose on tylenol.
dear roxy,
please stop barking at the asians on tv. i did not raise you to be racist.
dear nashville,
never change. you will be my home soon enough.
love,
sydney
About Me
- sydney, like australia.
- i'm a pretty simple girl with a penchance for sarcasm and a dislike for proper capitalization. i despise loud noises but music hypnotizes me. i still like my sunsets pink and a birds flight is the only thing that distracts me. an intricate bass line will make me weak in the knees. i might just surprise you and you might just love it. here is a collection of my truest intentions, my complicated thoughts, and my most shocking revelations from the depths of my moleskines.
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