to five year old me,
it's eighteen year old you.
i just needed to warn you.
you see, you'll lose your naivety and innocence as you always knew you would. you'll want it back like they always said you would.
what you don't know is how slippery this slop is.
how one bad deed leads so easily into another and your morals bend in as quickly as two weeks.
what you don't realise is how scary it is outside of your bubble.
the world is full of monsters darling, but the scariest ones hide behind your eyes.
i wish i could tell you to trust your instincts. i wish i could tell you that you're on the right path, but the truth is that i don't know.
i don't want to scare you, i don't want you to give up any hope.
you'll do okay and you'll make amazing memories.
just hold tight to all the things that made you you.
i miss them.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts
ŞiirJust a collection of thoughts and emotions that were felt too intensely to be dealt with on my own.
