Dear Younger Me,
Writing this is like corresponding with the ghost of my evil. You were an utter fool. By hanging out with corrupt people, and making sinful choices you were only going to get broken. And why did you make those decisions? Because you wanted the glory, the fame, and the attention of your associates. But no one was going to be friends with, let alone love, a temperamental wishy-washy. Then again, you were such a lone wolf, wanting the adoration of others so badly yet always standing aloof when someone cared for you, your emotions deep under your skin, forever leaking out as fury.
Man, when I was you my life was like a duel of fates-Me dueling the fate of one mistake after another. They were bound to explode into a mess at some point. But then, that's the only way you ever learned-to learn too never touch fire you had to get burned to a crisp. But you knew what would happen when you jumped into the flames. Because of that I never want to be you again. Still, by the same stroke of the pen, there are some things about you I wish I still had. Like the fact that you had no adult culpabilities to take away your carefree spirit, you were just starting to spread your wings into grown-up responsibility after all.
I must say, it's shocking how fast life's troubles settle in, and how quickly they change a person. It seems like it's been a millennium since I've been you but really it's only been a few years, and I can't make out what made you change. Maybe there's something about your struggles that changed you. Or maybe it was the hand of God, for it's a miracle I am still here today.
If I could travel back in time and speak too you I wouldn't warn you of the danger you were in, or help you with your problems connecting with other people. I'd say thanks for making faulty decisions because they've made me a better, wiser, human today.
So, younger me, I'll say it now-thank you for the lessons you've taught me.
From the heart,
Your Older Self