Dear friend,
Dear friend, The Perks of Being a Wallflower is everything . I thought we'd start there. On November 17, 2017, I posted my first words on The Avocado and Me . I was barely fourteen-years-old; about six months from now, I'll be eighteen. There are some things I think you should know. First and foremost, I don't actually like avocados very much. I've had avocado toast maybe five times, and it's good, but it has never been and will never be my favorite. Semi-burnt toast with butter and blueberry jam, yes. The name just sounded nice at the time. Secondly. I am not proud of and will not reread much of what I've written here. Some of it makes me feel ashamed. This has been both a burial ground and a garden -- all of it hurts, a little. I am so grateful you are here, but know your presence is also deeply uncomfortable. I write what I feel incapable of voicing. When I write, I do not imagine you on the other end. It is strange to have people so close to the core of wh