Hideo:
All of this no longer has meaning. Not your little scar on the upper lip, nor your love for the city park during the rain, nor your parents' job - nothing.
Not even your habit of getting cold coffee with mint syrup to make it taste even frostier. N O T H I N G.
I remember once telling you that I wanted you to not get lost in the emptiness of this world. To not get bogged down in this vomit-filled swamp of gray banality. To not choose that detestable education that millions choose just for the sake of it. To not go to that job from morning till night for miserable pennies that won't even cover the rent of a tiny, dirty room (you wouldn't want to work in a field you dislike, would you?). To not meet that person whose feelings will never be genuine. To not live through social media, presenting reality as desired, documenting every step, every time you leave the house, every purchase, every empty thought that might seem valuable to you, hoping that someone out there will care. To not get entangled with even more indifferent people, hoping to revive the feelings you had for the previous one, by posting unflattering photos where you hang on the neck of anyone who lets you. To not give birth to an unwanted child who you will constantly leave with judgmental parents secretly disapproving of your casual approach. To not indulge in "soft" drugs that help you "relax," and to not boast about it as if it were the greatest achievement, joining the majority that has already been swallowed by this conveyor belt of pointless existence. To not chase fashion trends, buying crooked knockoffs of mainstream brands sewn by a Chinese woman who hates her life as much as you do. To not harbor hate towards those who live better, condemn those you don't even know, to not choose eternal disappointment. To not settle for less. To not live a purposeless, meaningless life.
I wish for you to make the right choices.
Stay true to yourself, remain genuine. Live from your heart, don't abandon your ideas. Don't settle for what you dislike. Stay bold and spiritually free, and most importantly, don't be afraid of that freedom or the responsibility for your choices. Don't be like I was.
And even though I have now created circumstances that contradict my words, they will surely be useful to you in the life you will return to once again.
YOU ARE READING
Faded
Teen FictionIf the days won't allow us to see each other, memories will. And if my eyes can't see you, my heart will never forget you.
