hey, how are you? did you have a hard time finding this place? "I’m fine, and no, I did not have a hard time finding this place. Writing has always been easy for me; it's my most natural way of communication, the primary means to express my thoughts and feelings. Lately, I’ve been exploring other forms of expression, like photography and drawing. Did you know I used to love visual arts? I mean, I still do, right? But I used to engage more in drawing, painting, and sculpting. However, in high school, it was impossible to achieve a perfect score of 10/10 in Art. Consequently, I left the class for bricklaying and blocklaying, despite having no interest in becoming a bricklayer and lacking any natural talent for laying bricks. My motivation was to become the best student in my class, and I believed that taking a course without the possibility of earning a perfect score was not the way to go. What did I gain from the switch? Three years later, I received the prize for the best graduating student. However, now, nine years later, I find myself picking up drawing again. In hindsight, I regret dropping it."
You write so beautifully 🥺
Love how although it was a dialogue it felt more like an introspective monologue.
And thank you for sharing fancy pastas!
My week gets better when I get to read your issue🥺. And it was much more cuter than I expected.
This was beautiful and lovely to read.
And it kept pinching me to write something this heart felt.
I was so glad i could relate to this, knowing fully well it was a reply to Treasure's newsletter.
the way i squealed. also, how do you know the size of your tooth? weirdo.