Dear You,
Thank you for writing this for me.

Dear Self,
The universe seems to have been conspiring against me...or maybe it's the voices in my head that wish for me to believe so- you see, I never blame myself, ever! Blame is something I can never accept because I believe I am never wrong.

I believe I exert more effort than required and that this should be appreciated. I wish I had more time on my hands...with a "job", two classes a week, friends to meet, and family- I never seem to have time for anything, let alone myself.

More split ends, eeky nails. Dark circles round my eyes...

hereYes, that's all I wish I could do. I wish I could fly. Fly and never come back. Oh and I wish my parents would give me a break, honestly, that's the only reason why I took that job; so they would give me a break and it never seems to stop. I know that's a lot of complaining and negative energy but I need to let it all out, okay? I never even have the time to write in my moleskine, or read! I hate it!!
I have to present on international resource movements and foreign direct investment a week from today and I need to start working on it. ew? Yes, it was my choice! mhmm, I am an idiot.
Anyway, you should be looking for more happiness and happy lists and bright sunlight and the sea..and sand. And wind in my hair...and ice cold lemonade because it's hot.
I love you, you are possible and you will make a change,Love,Sara