Last week before Christmas holidays, can't wait.

(this note was written by an air conditioner outside in the cold park where there's a kid who refuses to wear mittens)

Seriously, the front page hasn't changed since I started writing here. Lots of love to the people on there though.

It's hard to get out of my head sometimes.

And so much goes on it

(This note was written by a dolphin that's been secretly controlling us all)

I like to think that my dad will finally change for good, but he never does. What he does always manage to do though, is crush my heart. I don't know if that strengthened it or made it weaker, that's what this poem is originally based off of, but as always please interpret to who/what you please. :)

(This note was written by a scuba diving avocado named Zamio that was an expert swimmer)