Dear Growing Up,

   I hate you. You are filled with so much heartbreak. I would much rather be a little kid. When things were innocent. I want innocence. Once you lose your innocence (in all ways that term may be used) things are never the same.I want to be 16 again. When I was young and free and innocent. Those were the days when the biggest drama in your life were who wore the same shirt as you. They seemed so tragic then, but compared to the issues I deal with now, I would wear the same shirt as someone any day.
   When you are younger, things are little. There is nothing extremely stressful occurring. I wish that is where I was now. I don't want to worry about the mortgage, and bills, and work, and school, and figuring out love. I don't want to worry about what is going to happen next year, next month or even tomorrow. I want one week where I can just be young. Go lay in the grass and watch the sunset, just because I can. Go play in mud, just because I can. I want to be able to live like I don't have a worry in the world. But. My name is Jessi, I am 19 years-old, and I feel like the weight of the world is on my shoulders. I have to grow up. I don't want to. I see these 25 to 30 year-old's that act like I should be acting at 19, and here I am stuck acting like those 25- 30 year old people should be. It sucks. I just want to live a love story for one summer. I want to dance in the rain, and do all the cliche things that everyone takes for granted. I don't want to grow up, but I have to. Based on this I figure, I should go to bed, because  I have to wake up at 6 am, for a 15 hour shift. Yeah, that is where I am at. Goodnight, I will talk to you tomorrow.
                      -xoxo, Jessi.

Dear Lyrics,

Yup, I am doing another one of these. Are you all ready? Just about my love life. That is it for this one.

(How we met)
"I trade my soul for a wish; Pennies and dimes for a kiss. I wasn't looking for this, but now you're in my way. Your stare was holding, ripped jeans, skin was showing. Hot night, wind was blowing. Where do you think you're going baby? I just met you and this is crazy... But here's my number... So call me maybe?"

(Song playing when he called me)
"I wanna put your hand in my pocket because you're allowed. I want to drive you into the corner and kiss you without a sound. I wanna stay this way forever, I will say it loud."

(How I feel when we fight)
"I fall at the thought of us falling apart, but I swore to never use my heart before I used my heart. And you keep me breathing grant me peace through the night. Sweetheart I hope that your dreams are as sweet as real life."

Dear Optimism,

I am going to try and take a good crack at you today. I'm going to try my very hardest to look at everything from a positive position, rather than my normally realistically bitter stand point. I am going to try and be nice. And happy. I need a new beginning and I think, maybe just maybe, I'm going to start that by being happy and positive today. Well, here goes nothing right?
               -xoxo, Jessi.