Dear Melbun(I know that’s not your real name), I’m always there keeping you warm, even though I remain cold. I don’t have any outer protection against the cold November air. Ever thought about that? Maybe you should consider wearing an actual jacket, instead of only sweaters, hoodies, and flannels. But that’s besides the point. I really enjoy seeing everywhere you go, and listening to your conversations. Did you know you repeated yourself 13 times last Monday saying that you had rehearsal for the school musical for 2 hours after school, and how burnt out and tired you already were? Half of the times you said that, you were talking to someone you had already told. It gets exhausting listening to you say the same things over and over again. I am aware that you hate playing capture the flag. I don’t need to hear it all the time. I sound very ungrateful right now, and I apologize for that. I do really enjoy hearing your conversations most of the time. Although you should be a little quieter when talking with your friends in the boba shop after GSA. Everyone can hear you. What’s really interesting is I know almost everything about your life. You never remember to hang me up in your closet, so I watch you do things that are definitely not homework from whatever random surface I land on. Yes, I am aware that you save all of your work for 11:00 PM and spend your whole afternoon on YouTube and Sketches. You really need to work on your time management skills. You have a lot of missing assignments. If you don’t go above and beyond for the Fahrenheit 451 notes, you probably won’t get into accelerated English next year, and then you will be less prepared when college comes around in 5 years or so. You want to major in English, right? 8th grade is the year when all of your laziness starts to affect your future. You also need to work on saving your money. I can see your Apple Pay every time you buy boba or candy. Your mom started saving for a car when she was your age, you know. You should probably get started on that. And if you want to go on the select choir New York City trip (yes, I heard about that), you’re probably going to need to pay for some of it. Seems a bit like your whole life is falling apart. Sorry there’s so much criticism in this letter. There’s just so much I dislike about you. Sincerely, your favorite sweater.
I decided to do this daily in the form of a letter from the perspective of my favorite sweater(featured in the photo to the left). I was just looking around my room and that was the first thing that I saw. I realized while I was writing this that the sweater sort of acts as my subconscious, which is cool.
