this girl makes me cry sometimes
Addi: You’ve got a big day ahead of you, trooper. You can handle this shit. Try not to be late for your first day. Make lots of new friends and keep an eye out for hot (and preferably rich) literature loving dancers for me, okay? And remember not to fall too quick for guys who pay attention to you. Politeness is so rare these days, women mistake it for flirting. Make good choices. And as much as possible, don’t get drunk. Don’t get raped. Don’t do anything you’d be ashamed to tell your future children. Bring back good stories to tell me. Don’t stress yourself out too much. When things get a bit stressful, take thirty minutes off. No more, no less. Take these thirty minutes and read poetry. Or drink a hot cup of coffee or tea. Or whatever floats your boat. Except alcohol. Or take a hot shower. Or call me. Or listen to some Ed Sheeran. Or dance your tiny white girl ass off.Addi: As much as possible, try to pass everything on time. I cannot count the nights wherein my brother calls my mom telling her he is stressing out about some project or quiz or whatever that he ignored and pushed to the deadline. He sobs everytime. And that dick barely cries. College makes people cry, Alanis Moira. But turn shit around and be productive and kick some college ass. Make shit work for you. Don’t let other people push you around. I remember you told me you made English projects for a handful of lazybutts last year. Don’t let that happen again. You are not a tool, Alanis Moira.
Addi: Just remember you can call me any time. Whether it’s about being nervous for a big quiz, or if it’s finding a potato chip in the shape of Africa. I will listen to every single story.
Addi: And take lots of pictures. And make blog posts.
