October 2011

Hey, Kiddo. On the day I wrote this to you, I was so happy because I was starting to feel like that person that I loved to be. The girl who was so full of life she could barely contain herself sometimes. The girl who smiled for no reason and felt like she was truly blessed. I hope you still feel that way. I hope you are still you. I hope you still have your spark. For a little while, you worried that you were growing out of yourself and turning into a cynical, logical, rational person. I hope that never happens. I hope you are ridiculous for the rest of your life. Embrace your ridiculosity, please. It keeps you happy and young. The minute you start worrying about what other people think is the minute your life no longer belongs to you. You've given it to the people whose judgment you fear, and they aren't going to treat it kindly or with care. Also, what are you doing on the computer? Get off of here. Go do something ridiculous. The world needs a little bit more ridiculousness.