I can't even write to you because I have either too much or too little to say.
don't give up.
I am overwhelmed by your awesomeness, your craziness, your blissfulness, your stressfulness...
you name it, I've whelmed it.
you are the whelmingest of all whelming.
we are potentially not on speaking terms.
dear growing up,
you're really cool. I like the no-homework part of you.
you're also kind of stressful though.
I miss kindergarten,
you are my best friend.
also, Asha Elise.
also, actually there are a lot of them...
but you're my best non-breathing friend.
I like you an awful lot. But some days, I just need my space.
I'll always come back,
dear kind of inappropriate, but ever-so quote-able movie,
I know you can be over-whelmed, and you can be under-whelmed, but can you ever just be... whelmed?
keep it G,