Hey.

Thanks, for walking in the rain with me today. Actually, thanks for noticing i wasn't okay yesterday night. I feel reassured now, because I know it's okay to take time to grow up, and that I don't have to be seriously and maturely sixteen once I turn it. And that it's okay to say something wrong, and it's okay to ask, okay to blurt because everyone does it some point in life "no matter how geezy old they are". Thanks for telling me about childlike and childish, and watching me emo like, the whole time. And letting me call you when no one else was awake, so that I would write these four other messages for these four people.

Then you.

We were supposed to meet but council and school stole you away >:( But it's cool, cos we're taking the same combi next year and thanks a mil for counselling me through these four rollercoaster-like years, handling all the crazy class politics and accompanying me to my first MUN. Going to miss seeing you at THIMUN this year :( And thanks for coming with me to all those subject advisories, and listening to my far-fetched concerns and helping me come to a conclusion. Thank you for always being so nice, and so fast to shoot me down when I'm being unreasonable and watching my back when I'm out of control. You ALWAYS save me when I'm in shit, love ya (:

And you.

Are we drifting apart? Our schedules keep freaking clashing and we can't even catch a movie tgt; I've almost given up entirely. I was supposed to bring you back seawater but it didn't make it back with me, and I've only got sand left to give you. I don't know what's going on if your life right now, and I'd like to know, if you'd like to tell me. I think you're occupied with other things, and you probably think I'm doing the same too. I might, but have we ran out of common topics? Maybe you changed. The things we knew changed. Or I did, will you tell me? I don't know, I feel very confused.

A different you.

I guess sixteen means a different thing in Perth doesn't it :/ So many things I haven't heard of, you've already been experimenting with. I've got so much to tell you, that they'd never fit in one long email, which is why I haven't been writing you any. But you seem to know everything. Thanks for giving me advice on clothes books shoes contacts life bestfwens boys, reading every single word of my rantish emails and replying to them, thanks for encouraging me everytime I screwed up something big and wanted to hole myself up. Thanks for making me feel I can do it, always.

Unexpectedly, you.

Hey. Thanks for emailing me one year after the-bad-experience to apologize and clear things up. And I'm sorry for not replying to your yearly birthday message, because I didn't know what to say. I'm really glad to hear that you're doing the things you like and doing them well. Thanks, because of that I can safely say that I buried this hatchet, this uncomfortable feeling I get everytime I pass by your campus is gone. And your things? I've still got them. Thanks for helping me move on (:

Labels: BLAH, Self-evaluation, Wails