A Letter to my Past

Dear Elliot Jardin,

I know you are not the same girl you used to be. Behind all of the makeup, spray tans, and high walls you have put up in an attempt to protect your dear heart, behind all of that you are still the carefree little girl you used to be. The girl who sat at the park licking the melting ice-cream off of her chubby , toddler fingers. With her best friend, Nathan Winters. Who may or may not have changed so much that you couldn't tell if it was him or not when you went into high school two years ago. I know you're not the same little girl that loved the color pink so much that in sixth grade, your plain brunette hair got dyed a bright, "what the hell did you do" shade of pink. Not the girl who no matter what happened had an answer to the problem at hand even though you were still young and reckless. In no way am I here to feel sorrow for you, but here to tell you that if you would have done one thing differently, you wouldn't end up how you are now. I know you have tried several times to change your habits, but like always, old habits die real hard. So I'm here to tell you to get your shit together, and get over the boy who fucked up your heart so much that you didn't know what to do with yourself. He messed you up so much that your walls grew twice as big, you wore twice the makeup and were five times faker than before he had ruined you. And that force that reeked havoc on your life had the name of Nathan Winters. The boy who saw you as the little sister, while all you did was love him, so here's a little insight on your life. A wake up call that you need to get up and give that Nathan Winters a, "fuck you Nathan fucking Winters."

Love, Elliot Jardin