Dear Me,
You need to get over yourself. You need to let go of the past, because its literally, and figuratively killing you. You told yourself that you'd never let your emotions get to you, and you were wrong.
Look at yourself in the mirror and pretend that you like whats there.
You wake up every day with a headache, so you take a drink to ease the pain. You get to the kitchen and realize that you're now an alcoholic - congratulations. Your cell phone rings, and you get excited - until you see that its just your calendar, reminding you that today marks 200 days of being stupid and foolish. You read the note your roommate has left you, and you throw it away anyway, because it doesnt really matter.
You're stuck, and its all because you can't let go.
You're stuck, and its all your fault.
You're stuck, and you're not going to solve it like this.
Every day, you try to justify your existence. Every day, you get up, and work, and get home, and start a fist fight. Every day, you wake up with bruises and black eyes, and sore wrists, because you are trying to numb the pain deep on the inside.
What have you become? Look in the mirror - do you like whats there?
I miss the old us. I miss the us that was fine to be left alone for weeks at a time - hidden in a mass of video games and new comics. I miss the us that wasn't dependent on another person. I miss the us that wasn't moping, and sad, and angry. I miss just being us.
So, keep that in mind the next time you look in the mirror. That now, you've got yourself to worry about. The real you.
From,
You
You need to get over yourself. You need to let go of the past, because its literally, and figuratively killing you. You told yourself that you'd never let your emotions get to you, and you were wrong.
Look at yourself in the mirror and pretend that you like whats there.
You wake up every day with a headache, so you take a drink to ease the pain. You get to the kitchen and realize that you're now an alcoholic - congratulations. Your cell phone rings, and you get excited - until you see that its just your calendar, reminding you that today marks 200 days of being stupid and foolish. You read the note your roommate has left you, and you throw it away anyway, because it doesnt really matter.
You're stuck, and its all because you can't let go.
You're stuck, and its all your fault.
You're stuck, and you're not going to solve it like this.
Every day, you try to justify your existence. Every day, you get up, and work, and get home, and start a fist fight. Every day, you wake up with bruises and black eyes, and sore wrists, because you are trying to numb the pain deep on the inside.
What have you become? Look in the mirror - do you like whats there?
I miss the old us. I miss the us that was fine to be left alone for weeks at a time - hidden in a mass of video games and new comics. I miss the us that wasn't dependent on another person. I miss the us that wasn't moping, and sad, and angry. I miss just being us.
So, keep that in mind the next time you look in the mirror. That now, you've got yourself to worry about. The real you.
From,
You
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