bittersweet fifteen. i finally feel like it.

to my eighteen year old self

dear eighteen year old ataska,

"not like other girls"

a tale on how gender stereotypes ruin the world.

let it go

here's something really cheesy that i wrote before the end of 2015:

there are no perfect years. every year of my life,
i experience: sad memories, happy memories, bad memories, good memories, embarrassing memories that will last forever, and wonderful, wonderful memories that will last forever.

each year i would say "wow. this has been the best year of my life!"
but frankly, those words weren't true at all. 2011-2014 feels like yesterday. there were such great memories, but they weren't the best.

i'm not saying that the memories i made throughout those years were bad, there were just some things that made me sad for a while.

i am the type of person who gets really emotional when i remember something like childhood memories or old friends.
i've always thought that that side of me was bad, and i should probably stop crying about my old friendships.

but this was the year i learned that:
i am a human being and my emotions are valid therefore it is okay to cry. it'…