Dear me, First of all, happy birthday! This one's gonna be really special, I promise. I know it's odd to wake up where you are today, and it still doesn't feel like home. And I know that you're struggling to understand exactly what's going on why everything is happening so quickly. You just want some answers, but he keeps telling you, "When you're older." Trust me, I KNOW that's frustrating. But I promise it will all work out. In fact, in just a few years this strange place will be the one place that you don't want to leave. You're gonna meet tons of cool people and make lots of friends. So stop worrying about all this crazy stuff and just focus on today--your special day. And one more thing: I just want you to know that you really don't have to hate him. None of this was meant to harm you. You don't have to like everything he does, and you don't even have to like him at the moment; but just don't hate him. Spend time with him. Try to love him, regardless of everything. Trust me. It will save you a lot of pain in the future. Okay, go enjoy your birthday now. It's the first of many like it and better. Signed with love, me. |
about. ... And here you will read my deepest thoughts. This is a series of letters from me and my friends to ourselves at various points in our lives. Enjoy! messages. contact. Email your questions, comments, and posts to: xarbamax@gmail.com links. back in time. •February 2010 |