At sixteen
a letter to the sixteen year old me
Dear me,
Hey, Hi! how are you? I can see you are sitting at the corner of the room, lost and confused. You are crying and I am sorry I can’t find the words to console you. I want you to know you are in a position where you have plenty of choices and you will not make the right choice. You will regret that decision in 8 years and the names of the fresh faces you are trying to remember, are the same names you will try so hard to forget.
Some people will come into your life to make you question your existence.
They will be the reason why you cry yourself to sleep at night. You will have fun and it will be reciprocated with despair. You will rise up again and fall ten times more. You are young and you will think that lighting a cigarette between your fingers will make you look cool. You will want to kiss a stranger in a club when you are drunk at 3 in the morning. Your family will despise you. You will feel hurt and you will also do the hurting. You will be envious of your friends figuring things out at 22.
You will graduate and get a degree. Your family will be proud of you and you will move to another city. A man will sexually assault you and will leave you traumas and scars. You will go through different phases in your life but you will be satisfied. Please don’t be too hard on yourself, and the feeling of stagnation is not forever.
You will cut your hair short and feel like a different person but you will hate yourself for doing it. You will feel like you are running on a thread mill without a sense of direction. You will change, and outgrow yourself day by day and that will make you so proud. You will unlock a new talent and you will learn new hobbies. You will find love, a love that deserves your heart. You will own a pet and call him Enzo. You will educate yourself and learn more than what your teachers have taught you. You will become a deeper person that not everyone will be able to fathom. You will no longer fear the minds of the people that once destroyed you. You will not have it good and you will cry buckets of tears but that’s okay because you are a work in progress.
Just trust the process and have faith in yourself. You’ll be fine.
love,
The 24 year old you.
