letters to no one

Dear this,

I'm told hope was once evident in my eyes, that I once spoke with joy and passion, that I longed for the unknown future. Now I ant to cower away. I want to hide from all the uncertainty, all the doubt. I have lost hope in a lot of things, doctors, humanity, as I said a lot of things. Now I look at myself and wonder what happened to the girl who would wish for things to happen. But I guess I already know the answer. I grew up. I grew up too fast for what I was supposed to be. I grew up and I changed. I saw things, understood things more than most. I won't admit witness instead I'll stay in denial. But I guess its just something I have grown to accept. Even though I shouldn't have...