This is an actual excerpt from a letter I wrote to my future-self in 2009 when I initially realised that I was a problematic kid. I hate to admit this but I was right:
"...Take this as a warning. The world isn't a very nice place. You'll always think it is your fault. You'll rectify or at least you'll try to do what best you can. Because I know you. You'll not let me act up. I'll be suppressed for good by that time. I hope the future is better for me. I want to sleep. I hate lying down with my eyes wide open. I am living a lie. Maybe we all are. I want I to be happy when I read this. Maybe hope works out for you or even if it doesn't, it'll lead you to me. You'll let me out yet again, won't you? After everything is over, you know it feels good, don't deny it. I will not let go of you even if it is bad for you. Although sincerely you should stop hoping because when the world will reward you for your hope, you will snap. I call this and when the day comes, I'll be there waiting. Meet me right where I've always been. You. ..."
That's about it.
The day has come.
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