Dear Drinks, you will always be a strange, slightly unenjoyable experience. I’m not sure I will ever fully understand your appeal to everyone else. But sometimes you sound interesting and I can’t help but try you out. Dear Slothifer, I missed our coffee hangs. It felt normal and a little comforting, we should do that more often. On a separate note, thanks for teaching me to use chopsticks, finally. And I cannot wait to disturb our Life Drawing class with our antics this semester. We are quite the troublesome pair. Dear Sushi, you are damn delicious. Dear Dreams, stop reminding me that there are people in this world that I miss terribly, that isn’t playing fair. Dear Last Week of Summer Break,don’t go by to fast, I’m not ready to wake up early and do course work. I’m not ready to forgo my days of curling up in the sun with a good book. I’m just … not ready. Please stick around a while.
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