The following is a letter I wrote to myself in the beginning of senior year, which was meant to be given back to us on the last day of our English class.
By the time you get this letter, you must be bored of school, tired of school, and exhausted of socializing. Hopefully you have enough willpower to continue reading this (written in August 23, 2016 [first English class]). If not, then sorry.
January 10, 2017
To a hopeless romantic again,
I envy you.
Why? Well, when I was young, I was full of ideas about love at first sight, true love, and so many other things that I was blind. For years, I thought, yes, he must be the one.
November 22, 2016
It hurts. I know. It feels like the entire world should be mourning with you. It feels like anyone’s happiness is a personal insult
You feel weak because you cry, because you think of them at random times, because you miss them.
It becomes hard to say, “Good morning” when you’re mourning since your world has collapsed.
Your system is gone.
September 28, 2016
For the person stressing out more than possible in life,
Calm down. You’re okay.