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Friday, October 21, 2011
Day 17

30 DAY POKÉMON CHALLENGE
Day 17 — An Art Piece That Has Something To Do With Pokémon

N/A lazy to do this.


30 DAY LETTER CHALLENGE
Day 17 — Someone from your childhood

Dear Girl From My Childhood

The first and only time you and I met was when I was 10-going-11. It was in November, and it was the holidays then and I was waiting to move into my next academic year (as were you). You were 13 then. I had thought you were the prettiest person I had ever seen in my whole, short life.

I still remember your name. I still remember your face. I still remember your huge, beautiful eyes.

This is going to sound incredibly creepy but I still look you up on Facebook once in a long while. I even know your blog link (but I can't view it because you set it to private, damn). When I'd met you, I wanted to be just like you. On the trip I met you, you bought a skirt. The next day I got the same one too, despite even the smallest size was still too loose to fit the hips of a child - my hips.

I remember the way you teased and your modest lies. Maybe you were ashamed of your academic inferiority... But I never thought you were bad. I had always thought you were cool. I still do.

As the years went by and your makeup started to pile on thicker and thicker, the girl I knew from then had changed. You look different now, generic, makeup too much and a little scary. But I know beneath it all you're still as beautiful as those years ago.


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hello.

17 years young. I enjoy sleeping.

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