Dear India,

thanks for treating me kindly.
goodbye,
ali
I bought a French Vogue and Chocolate bar for the plane. and i will eat them! haha. just the chocolate bar! not the magazine. So my grandpa still has been checking up on the temperature here for me. and one day he said that it was 82. let me explain to you that i have been freezing. and im like. where on Earth are you getting your facts from man? but it really was 82. my blood thinned alot i guess. funny.
I cant find my Bible. :( this little orange bible has been bad news for me ever since i got it. a week after i had it i left it out in the rain. and i cried and cried because it was such a waste and i just hate ruining stuff! and i do it so often!
When i was younger i would go home on a bus with kids from another school. Really corrupt catholic 12 year olds. like alot of them. and i was very scared of them. one day my orange that my mom packed rolled out of my brown paper lunch bag. it rolled around like round things do on bus floors. The head corrupt catholic child held up the orange in his hand and yelled "who's is this?" o Lord. i prayed. i didnt speak. he proceded to throw it out the window. and the bus ran over it. and everyone laughed. and i just had the worst feelings. what can be more beautiful and innocent than a mother giving a daughter a fruit!? bad memory.
This story makes me want to write about a blood curdling insistent with a rats nest embedded in an american girls dolls chest. but we're not going to go there.
Heck. these stories are bad energy. but i think there coming out right now for a reason. Maybe because i want to cry and I want to be the best at cherishing everything im given, like time. and im constantly losing it. these last 3 months have been beautiful. and my roomates are beautiful. and Jesus is beautiful and he gives me things and i wil cherish them all and not waste any fruits ever again.
I pray that you look more like love today than anything else,
ali