Summer, 2013
Dear Buddy,
You can make it. Not because you are older but because you are stronger. And you've been ahead so many things than I am. The fact that you're reading this is a proof that you survived all the bad stuff in the past. You become a bit more introvert as you grow old, I know. Communicating your thoughts and feelings is not your strongest suit ever. I know it's been like forever trying hard to be social and straightforward but don't stop. You have given up to so many things like math and worms and others things. Your invisible room of forgotten and denied things is getting a bit crowded. So get your act up, live the f*cking life and stop at nothing.
It's a shame I have to write this letter but I have too, because you're a do it yourself person. And a very stubborn person. You listen more to your own thoughts. That's alright. Just remember that you are not alone and you don't have to be. G is always there and J. They can get it out of you through reading your mind because they have superpowers and they know you very well but isn't it always better when you say it? Like actually vocalizing it instead of the conversations you make in your head? Okay? Cool.
Below. A list of things that might actually help you. In random and confusing order, sorry.
Feel the pain. Don't be an alcoholic, it'll just make you more depressed. Don't turn to drugs. Focus on the things you have and remember how badly you just wished for it before. Pay attention. Live one day at a time. Make a little effort on making yourself look good. Try to look good until end of the day. Okay, you can eat more than usual if you feel down, it always makes it better. Thus, exercise. Appreciate. Ask. Hydrate your body. Celebrate lightbulb moments. Do not compare. It's just raining. Read through your old blognotes. Love yourself. Golden formula for percentage is Rate/100 = Portion/Base. The world is still beautiful.
Hang on tight and see. It gets better, Buddy.
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