by randomlygenerated » Wed Sep 18, 2013 2:40 am
Dear former self,
Yes, everyone is right. You don't know very much about stress. You don't know the meaning of the word 'confused.' You will have to wait until you grow up. But I won't scorn you for it.
I know you think that life doesn't get much more confusing. But it does; trust me, it does.
I want to be right, but I'm always wrong
And when I'm wrong, it feels more right than right ever did
Right is not fixed; it turns as I turn
I don't want it to
I want to laugh, but it's better to cry
Crying is living more than laughing ever lived
And when I want to cry, I laugh
I don't want to
I want to sleep when I'm awake
And waking, want to live a dream
But I hate the dreams I want the most
I don't want to
I feel like I'm truly living, but I'm dead inside
I'm not in control, but I don't want to be
So why do I feel so out-of-my-depth?
I don't want to
I want to be me, but who am I?
The more I want to be me, the less I like myself
Yet when I am myself, I love me
I don't want to
I want to be someone else, someone who's more like me
I want a more tangible unreality
I want to be free
I don't want to
Yes, I know you won't understand that, dear. I didn't expect you to. But when you DO understand it, perhaps it will be quite comforting to write it down.
You're all you've got for definite, so learn to love yourself. I didn't used to love me... but we've been through a lot together, and despite all I say, I do love myself. Though I argue with myself, though I despise myself, though I tell myself off, though I don't understand myself; I do love me. You will too, one day.
Love from,
~ You, at 19
PS. Don't worry, I don't think you'll ever lose your sense of humour. It's the one thing you have that no one else gets. Xx