I've been such a fool

Sometimes I wonder if being sentimental is a good thing.

I asked my grandparents to come to my graduation; they offered me money instead.

When Santa comes, I sometimes just wish I had a check for the two hundred dollars he spent on clothes that didn't fit and dolls that I grew out of nine years ago.

I've never believed in the Easter bunny.

I burned the poem you wrote me yesterday because it reminded me too much of that little sophomore who made me feel more beautiful than the moon.

The pictures of moments that I pinned on my wall have holes all in between everyone's eyebrows and on their wrists and I'm starting to wonder if I'm destroying my past.

We ate all the cookies that we made for Christmas tree ornaments.