Nguyen, Michelle. Californian native. 17. Aggie. Full-time student, part-time dreamer. This is an account of cupcakeisms straight from my red velvet heart. Writing is my release.

Feeling a little under the weather …

The feeling I get from coming home from a long trip is unique and bittersweet. When I see my bed, the comfort of home rushes into every bone in my body. And yet, getting back to reality, seeing these yellow walls that seem to be closing in on me more and more, .. it spoils my ardent happiness just a little.

Anyway, daddy renovated the bathroom while we were gone.

Anyway, SoCal was alright.

Anyway, anyway, anyway, … a little down.

I feel like I wear a mask to show everyone that I can be happy without them. Most of the time, I really am a bundle of joy. But when I’m not, private blogs are my only consolation.

I already knew that you were going to say that. I knew that you felt that way. It still kills me a little inside to know that you don’t like this. It still kills me that I sacrificed so much when I made this decision. Sure, we’re still friends, but there was a diminutive fragment of our bestfriendshipness that got lost in the times. I’m not saying the sacrifice wasn’t worth it, I mean .. I wouldn’t do things any differently if I had a choice. All this judgement has sent me reeling into a revelation. I really won’t be missing a single person when I go away. I don’t feel like I have cultivated an irreplaceable bond with any of the shallow minds I have met in the past 4 years.