Dear past me,
Dear past me,
Life was rough, wasn’t it?
Not that it was all bad. We made friends. We fell in love. We found that there were people who would care for us no matter who we were but were also willing to call us out on shit. (And while it’s something I still struggle with, we discovered that we’re worth it as a person.) So we did have some good times, didn’t we?
I’m sorry I wasn’t always able to make the choices that were best for us. Sometimes… sometimes it just got to scary. Sometimes I couldn’t pull myself away from the guilt and the terror. I’m doing better! Not perfect, but better. We got out. I know that never felt possible, that for years it was a nightmare to think about being stuck in that cycle for the rest of our lives, but it’s not going to be that way.
Things won’t go as fast for us as we want it to. I’m still not anywhere near making movies (something I’ve failed taking the initiative on my own) nor have I managed to become a ~real author~. But it’s okay. I may not be the hot shot brilliant twenty year old who did it all, but I’m going to work towards what we always wanted.
So chin up, because even if things don’t turn out all movie perfect and happy, things do get better. Things will suck first, they’ll really, really suck first, but in all the bad times, there were good times and soon the good times will be able to shine more.
Love,
Present Rin
