Dear Past Me,
First of all, I want to congratulate you because you have passed the childish-slash-jejemon-slash-immature phase. You don’t know how embarrassed I am seeing the things you’ve did. I was thinking like “What the f? Did I really do that?” Then again, you are young and I understand you. We all go to that stage.
Second, I want to say that I miss you. Yes being mature is good and all, but I kinda miss being a happy-go-lucky guy who doesn’t give a rat ass to anything. I miss your sense of humor and cheerfulness. I really need you now. You know what? I kinda envy you. You seems to have no problem. I mean, if there was it can be solve with a simple thing. All you have to think is getting your assignment done, or having to pass your project on time. You don’t have to worry whether your hair looks like a toupee, or that you have pimples. or that you’re too thin that you look likes the kid in The Diary of the wimpy kid.
I envy you that you find friends effortlessly, and when they leave, it doesn’t hurt you that much. Wounds are so much easier for you, since all you need is an alcohol, cotton and band-aid.
Finally, I just have to warn you. Everything’s different now. You can never heal your wounds with just band-aids and cotton. There will be other reason for you to sleep late. People will to hurt you and the best shield you could have is by being strong. They will hurt you that’s for sure, and unconsciously, you’ll hurt them too.
And oh again, I miss you.