I can’t remember if I told you guys, but my boyfriend and I recently broke up on the eve of our anniversary. Needless to say, I haven’t been taking it too well. As a result, I’m trying this thing that I agree to everything I’m invited to. So far I’ve met a couple of really outstanding people, been to Aventura Mall a few times, been offered a job at a store where everyone is good-looking, witnessed the beach at night, watched the Superbowl, stayed out past midnight several nights on school nights, enjoyed my ring ceremony last night, and I might actually be getting a free ticket to Ultra. And I keep thinking, “This would have never happened if I were still with Gilbert because I would’ve called and invited him and acted like a proper, non-crazy human being and then we would’ve been home right on time and the whole thing would’ve been just darling.”

But with the good comes the bad and the truth is, I’ve been doing a lot of things that are terrible for my body and they’re taking their toll already. A close friend of mine suggested today that I start having a lot of sex instead and maybe he’s right. There are two major problems,though: finding a guy who doesn’t brag, is good in bed, and won’t want a relationship out of it is incredibly difficult to find, and I’m afraid that it will be me who starts having feelings for this hypothetical person and ruins it because I, like most other women, really enjoy relationships.

I hate to end this on such a pessimistic, cliff-like note, but that’s all I’ve got so far; there is no resolution yet, I don’t know how my life is going to turn out like. At the very least I have something to reference my biography on when I get older.

1. I’m not excited about Sunday in the least.

1. My mum.
2. Cyn.
3. Michael.
4. Betsy.
5. Enrique.

Dear World,
are you kidding me ? I don’t miss a single person, but rather a collection of people that vary depending on the circumstance. Asking me to write to one individual for this letter would be like trying to color a rainbow using a single crayon. So who do I miss ? I miss Betsy when anything happens, Cyn when I need understanding, Enrique when I’m feeling talkative, Julian when I have a new man, Bertha Maria when I’m going out, Ingrid when I head to a laundry room, and Michael when I think about  the past. It doesn’t stop there, not even close, but if I were to name every single person who makes me smile from ear to ear, I would be here for way too long. Besides, the people I love know I love them from my constant compliments, verbal abuse, and the fact I tell them.
You guys make my heart swell up with happiness,
Flavia.

Dear Enrique,
we may have a verbally abusive relationship, but I don’t really hate you. The only reason you’re getting this letter is because I always tell you that I hate you as a joke and vice versa. I mean, how could I possibly hate you ? You’re always there when I need a pick-me-up at four in the morning, when I’m ranting about some silly thing and countless other events. You’re another one of those people that I’ll make an effort to keep around for as long as you want.
Whatever. Yous just a hoe,
Flavia.