Dear self,

It’s been ages since you’ve written to yourself. Been too busy ha? Or perhaps writing to yourself is a lil strange?

Anyways, you’re forgetting to unload your emotions, keeping it pent up inside again. You don’t wanna lose control again and explode do you? Release.

There are thinking beyond your control, stressing out about it wouldn’t change a thing. Even though you’re terrified of what may or may not happen. Death comes to us all eventually, just make the most of whatever time is remaining. Especially to those that matters, they need you more than ever, probably more scared than you are. Suck it up soldier, be there and be their strength like always.

You’ve recently became official, being published for the first time. Not self published, but a real literature journal. So, I think you must start acting like a poet and grow your beard long and wearing long ancient robes. It suits you I think. As long as no one sees you at least.

Can’t believe it’s almost the end of the year. It’s gone by so quickly ha? Your just old now, who writes letters to himself. Insane much?

I almost forgot, reply back to those that took their time, to even bother taking their time commenting. Stop being such a jerk.



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