Dear Younger Me

Something I wrote in the Psych Ward to Myself

Dear Younger Me,

 

Hey, Kid. You don’t know me (yet), but you might someday. You wouldn’t like Me, though, if you met Me. I’m many things that You hate. I lie. I’ve not always been as loyal as You are. I’ve messed up so much. I’ve been angry and violent at times, and not always in a Righteous manner. 

I wish I had stayed as Cool and Amazing as You are now. I’d give anything to be able to do this all over again. I have enough regrets to fill an ocean. I’m tired of living with My memories. Sometimes they feel too much to bear. I am working to be better, though, every day than I was the day before. I’ll get there. 

Don’t give up on Me yet.

 

I love you.

Me