snow-pear

hello. we haven't spoken for a while - how are you dearest? i've been busy, and i'm sure you have been too. after all, we're only human, and we all have our own little lives which keeps us on our toes. but really, enough of that. what i really wanted to ask is: are you still writing? yes, i know. life always seems to get in the way, doesn't it? school work, family, friends, bills, anything and everything. it always seems like you have no time left to write, doesn't it? and then when you finally sit down in that moment when you do have a breather, you find yourself drifting off to do other things instead. so my advice to you, dear, is to ke

dear girl, you're always smiling through the haze of pain, smiling because you can't bear to let others worry over you. you're always laughing to cover up that sorrow, because you know that people would prefer to hear that light happy sound than your heart wrenching sobs. you're storing it up inside that tiny bottle inside your heart, all the pain, anger, hurt and frustration, until you're certain that any day now, that tiny bottle is going to crack and break. you only ever look into the mirror to see the imperfections, the blemishes, the over sized thighs and not-quite-so-flat stomach. you never see how your hair is the deepest shade of au