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to my eighteen year old self

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dear eighteen year old ataska:

hello. i hope you're happy. (wow, that sounded a lil cliche...) i don't really know what to say, heh. okay um... how's school? i hope you're doing well in your studies. (your 14 year old self sometimes procrastinates- i hope that you've stopped that bad habit.) i hope that you've achieved your dreams and goals by having a wonderful and successful career and the room/home you've always wanted!!! have you inspired lots of people? have you made your family proud? have you gone on tour and traveled the world? have you performed in front of thousands of people? if those things happened already then, congrats! you're living the dream. if you haven't [done those things] yet, please promise me this: do not ever give up. do not stop believing. do not stop working hard and don't lose hope in your dreams. i hope you're happy, seriously. (i know i said this already but) i hope you are genuinely happy and i hope you, mama…

"not like other girls"

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a tale on how gender stereotypes ruin the world.

let it go

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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.
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