Monday, 28 September 2009

Little letters





This post was inspired by the lovely Naomi of Rockstar Diaries. I always love her little letters so I thought I'd do some of my own...


Dear sleep,
I never seem to get enough of you. Late nights spent making plans and thinking and watching endless re-runs of Family Guy.

Dear gym,
I'm sorry I've been neglecting you. I've been going through a tough time y'know? But I promise you I'll be back. And soon.

Dear crisps, cheese, white bread, oreos and burgers,
I'm sorry but the time has come for us to say goodbye. You're not good for me and you're making me into a porker. Adieu.

Dear Autumn,
I love you. Conkers, jumpers, the smell of bonfires, the crunch of leaves underfoot. I love everything about you. Don't ever change.

Dear cancer,
Please go away. My Dad's had enough of you now. Give him a break?

Dear birthday,
You're arriving in five weeks. I don't really want to be 28. I'm not where I thought I'd be. How about you let me stay at 27? Or, even better, let me be 19 again? It'll be our little secret, I promise.

Dear Peep Show,
This series is making me sad. You're not as good as you used to be. Or maybe, just maybe, you bring back too many happy memories and I can't enjoy you alone.

Dear New York,
I'll be back. ASAP.


4 comments:

smidge said...

28! ha, two more years and then ill forgive you for moaning about your birthday ;)

Brennig said...

The sleep thing. We should form a club.

The birthday thing. Don't stress. Soph hit The Big Three Oh two months ago. She's still with us.

The rest of things. They too shall pass.

Helen said...

Smidge - I know, I know! But it's not so much the age as the fact I'm not where I thought I'd be at that age. I feel like a bit of a failure sometimes!

Bren - You be Chairman of the club. I'll be treasurer. We'll serve warm milk and biscuits and play soothing music.

Brennig said...

I was awake at 01.45 (and have been since then), where were you?