An Open Letter to the Person I’m Most Proud Of

Hi Big,

This letter was bound to be for you. Over the last four years of my life, I have watched you do so many amazing things. You’ve held countless concerts doing what you love most, you’ve contributed to a published book (like, what?), you put together an entire musical, and you’ve inspired so many people doing all these things. Continue reading “An Open Letter to the Person I’m Most Proud Of”

You Made Me Fall Again, My Friend

But it wasn’t your fault. It was mine.

I mistook your friendship for something more, but it’s okay now. This was a long time ago, and I’ve set myself straight. Continue reading “You Made Me Fall Again, My Friend”

Stand Out

I feel like I can’t really pinpoint a moment in my life when I stood out, but I’m only saying that because I’ve technically always been different than everyone else. People always remembered me growing up, but mostly because Continue reading “Stand Out”

I’m Still Annoyed About the One Time My Parents Lied

Way back when, we used to go on annual family trips; either we’d go camping or to a theme park. One year,—I think I was ten at the time, I’m not really sure—my parents, my younger siblings, and I went to Hershey Park in Pennsylvania for our annual trip. I wish I remembered more from this trip of ours, but I am only stuck with one memory that still makes me cringe to this day. Continue reading “I’m Still Annoyed About the One Time My Parents Lied”

I Don’t Take Enough Pictures

And that is something I think about often.

I used to take pictures all the time, and now I don’t really take any. I wish I did.

But things don’t really happen, and when they do, I don’t think about taking a picture until afterwards. And that is super annoying. Continue reading “I Don’t Take Enough Pictures”


I am the queen of ProcrastiNation.

You will know when I am trying to push something off, because I suddenly become a busy bee. I have things to do, people to see, shows to watch… Continue reading “Procrastination”

Love Languages

My primary language is English. This makes it easy for me to communicate with those who also speak my native language, rather than Spanish or French, which I know a little here and there. And since I know absolutely nothing in Dutch or Mandarin, I have no idea how to talk to people who can speak those languages fluently instead of my own. Continue reading “Love Languages”