Dear sixteen year old me

I can be a bit of a hoarder. While I don't keep mountains of instant noodles or families of cats... I do keep letters, cards, notes, and journals. Over the last few weeks, as I take what's left of my memory boxes out of my mom's house, I have been blessed (and cursed) with the... Continue Reading →

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