Lasha Haven
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I write letters to my younger self, the version of me who stayed quiet, made herself small, and carried too much alone. This space is for personal truths, emotional stories, and soft honesty—written under a name that feels like home.
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$5 Gas and a Talking Pet: I Should’ve Known
Dear Lasha, Good morning, lovely. How are you this morning? So, question, remember when I wrote you last about “friends” that were toxic and “ghosty”? Well, I would like to talk about one of them. We went to school together and we were not that close. I think the reason why we were friends is because we liked the same things and wanted to do the same things but went about it differently. So, I was at a college that I do wish I had gone to years ago, but the timing wasn’t right and not that much encouragement either. We meet with him and his group of friends from a class. Don’t get me wrong, out of all his group of friends, I did enjoy one of his friends, who is a girl. Back on the story, I had to leave college due to how far I had to drive, not having enough money to use for gas, having no job, and being a young parent with little help to pick up my child.
By Lasha Haven9 months ago in Confessions
Words. Content Warning.
Words. Words are ways that people use to speak to one another. Words can be used for good things: encouragement, feelings, friendship, relationships, and love. Also, words could be used for awful things: hate, fear, dishonesty, and even death. There's a saying that goes “Life and death are in the power of the tongue,” but everyone seems to forget that. Unfortunately, it would usually be the ones that are close to you like friends, but the ones that hurt me the most are the ones that come from family, especially my parents.
By Lasha Haven9 months ago in Journal
