An Open Letter To My Younger Self
To my younger self, know that everything will be okay because I am here telling you so.
To my younger self, know that everything will be okay because I am here telling you so.
I’m tired of feeling like there’s something wrong with me, of explaining myself, of trying to seek approval from the people who have no intention to see me kindly at all. I’m sick of trying so fucking hard to be seen. I just can’t do it anymore. I’m not perfect. I’m terribly flawed. I can be a mess. I’m not for everyone. And I accept it.
Days like when you wish you could just vanish because you feel like you’re nothing, for nothing — they are unbearable. Days like this — they are eating you away. Days like this — they are killing you before you even have to kill yourself.
A harmonious blend of Western and Eastern philosophies.
I’ve made bad decisions. I’ve been extremely irrational. I’ve done things that made absolutely no sense. And I realize for the most part, it was because I had no idea what my priorities and values were.
I know our lives are different but if you take a good look around you and within you if you put your energy in the right things and right people, those who choose you and see your values, you will have a completely different perspective — a positive one that’s worth living for.
Hold her tight and safe in your arms whether you two are cosy in bed or stand outside a dodgy takeaway downtown, whether it’s an eventful Saturday night or a mundane Monday afternoon so she never has to doubt that you want her for everything she is, not just her body.
After all, it must start from somewhere and I decide that it starts from me, today.
I don’t want to have a crush on you and will never have a crush on you. I don’t want to fall for the idea of you, of the person you could be, of what you are like on the surface. I don’t want to put you on a pedestal and blind myself from seeing the real you because it would stop me from being the real me as well.
During my Freshman year (including four months of summer), I have tried various things and made plenty of mistakes. New people came into my life to bring out the best and worst of me.
Accepting that life is temporary just means doing all what I could and greeting life with enthusiasm and courage. It means letting go of control and gaining control at the same time.
There is one thing you should always keep in mind: if someone really wants you, they will make time for you. If not, they will make excuses.
You’re lonely as fuck. That’s why the moment you have some alcohol in, you immediately want some action and your primitive brain does what it must for your primitive urges: find the good old source.