MONDAY IS MY LAST DAY OF HIGH SCHOOL EVER AND I JUST WANNA EMAIL ALL THE TEACHERS THAT HAVE INFLUENCED ME FOR THE BETTER
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MONDAY IS MY LAST DAY OF HIGH SCHOOL EVER AND I JUST WANNA EMAIL ALL THE TEACHERS THAT HAVE INFLUENCED ME FOR THE BETTER
I CRAVE PHYSICAL AFFECTION
Dear Past Me,
I don’t remember you very well, but perhaps thats for the best.
I don’t remember you very well, because you made sure there wasn't much to remember. You hid everything that made us, us, under a big, hideous brown sweater and I know it was easier that way. Easier to hide who we were.
And who can blame you really? You grew up in a town where even you were blinded by your own brilliance, each side-eyed glance and mumbled word was like a lock on the chest you buried us in until even you forgot why you leaned into the wind, arms spread wide, wishing you could fly away...why you looked at the stars like friends...why you cried when our step-dad insinuated that you might not love pokemon for the rest of your life(he was wrong by the way.)
They could never know you were using it as a shield, you didn’t even know.
Past me, I don’t really remember you because when we were ten our lives ended. Hands that we trusted reached in and took everything that we were and ripped it out, took our light and killed it while we watched on, helpless. We cried on the bathroom floor and wondered what we were going to do. Hands that small cant hold a life together. A heart that small was never meant to break.
Past me you were so scared. You ran. You hid yourself away beneath layers of pain and uncertainty but you cant keep a soul that bright hidden away. Not forever.
I cant tell you its over. There will be more hands who take when you never wanted to give, more slammed doors and nights spent crying on the bathroom floor. You have so much more breaking to do.
But Past me, dont worry. It might take nine years but you will learn to unlock that chest and not squint at the light that comes pouring out. You will breathe into the wind, get lost in the stars, play your pokemon games, and you’ll remember why.
Past me, it does get better. So stay strong, we’ve still got a whole lot of life left to live.
- Present Me
Me and Phi(MY COUSIN!!!) vs VA beach bboys.
I really liked my round here. My cooking is too nice bruh.