This is a farewell letter to my former self.
A farewell to the angst and anger. To the person I once was.
I'm better now, or so I hope.
We've grown, you and I. And we still have a lot more learning to do.
It wasn't easy, but good things usually don't come easy.
If I could tell my younger self anything it would be that in order to better yourself you need to work for it. Stop living in a fantasy, girl. Open your eyes.
Stop dreaming and go out there and make shit happen. If you want to do something then just fucking do it.
The world is a scary place, but you can't let that stop you from living.
It's time to grow.
Maybe you're just a late bloomer.
And that's okay. These things take time.
But I promise you'll make it.
I won't give up on you, no matter what.
I won't give up on myself.
