you know i disagree with a lot of the things my little sister wrote about me, mostly because i don’t like compliments (or can’t take them anyway), and probably have low self-esteem, but it is very sweet that someone could possibly think so many nice things about you.

if i were to write a similar sort of essay for my sister, or any of my close friends, it would be an enormous undertaking and i would probably die before i could finish it. that’s what all my letters are for i guess. i will write those till i’m dead. that is my continuous lifelong effort to say nice things to nice people while i still can.