Dear teen of my past,

I'm sure this letter finds you in a better place than I'm now. You shouldn't have popped your pimples. I have your memories scarred now. However I appreciate you for your courage when the stage was shaky and about to collapse. You continued with the play and how! Now my thoughts tremble my ground and I find myself in a pit of depression more often. A pit that you'll pity me for. I'm sorry, I know I should've grown stronger than you. But, my gut has lost appetite. My eyes have been restless. They keep longing for some good thing to unveil. I remember how lonely you were and yet unapologetic about being yourself. You never changed to make friends. The ones who stuck to you knew how warm your skin was to rest upon. One good thing is, we both have been honest and honesty has never let us down. I recall all your laughs and craziness while I write this. Thankyou for that. Lastly, I love you more than myself. I will make you proud, I promise.

Yours messier
self in her twenties.

- ©Lenny