Dear November,
Today was my best friend's birthday. I gave her my gift before the football game today, but my other friend kind of ruined it. I don't want to elaborate, but it ended up being okay.
One of the strongest pillars of our friendship is built on the anime we watch. I'll say it:
We.
Are.
Nerds.
Come on. We rock the band geek title, our Pinterest boards are riddled with SnK fanart, and we read the same books. (mostly) Common ground is important to us. Without it, the times when she's on my nerves would tear us apart. The times when I'm on hers would kill us.
Am I even in control of what hurts me now? Yes. I can say that I am.
I talked to my friend Derek at the game tonight. We're like siblings, honestly. I think the high school is doing a good job of breaking some of the gender barriers in sports this year: Val is on the football team, and Derek's doing cheer this season.
It's kind of awesome.
I'm making running plans with another friend. I'm thinking, I'm believing I'll run track again this year. I want to overcome the anxiety of meets. I want to enjoy running. I want to relish in the cellular fermentation of my leg muscles, and I want to feel alive when I die a little on the inside.
You know what they say. The fastest way to feel alive is to find art that makes you want to die.
Running's a sport, apparently, not an art. But at this point, I think I can pull it off.
Sincerely, Esther
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dear november
Non-FictionThis is a compilation of letters I wrote daily during the month of November, starting November fourth, skipping one day? two days? and ending on November 30th. Originally done on Polyvore, by @writingtips' and @smileylina 's suggestion, who got the...
