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Dear Mary, I have a dream, it frightens me because it’s so beautiful and I am afraid that if I don’t do it, it might make me sad. I am afraid Mary. I feel like the deep black in the middle of my eye.
Dear Mary, someone broke up with me because I am ‘complex’ and have many things in my head. ‘You’re not ordinary and it’s a problem,’ he said. I feel un-beautiful. I feel a strange mix of colours.
Dear Mary, I always have things to say – I don’t feel right about many things, I feel I should talk but no one listens. Should I talk or shut up? It’s difficult to shut up. My lips feel red.
Dear Mary, we are women, how beautiful is that and how lucky we are. I feel pink.
Dear Mary, hope crawls onto my head despite the worst fears. Shines bright. Do you see my forehead glowing?