Dear newer self,
I wish you to be fine while reading this but deep inside I know that you’re not. You’ve become more anxious than you used to be. More pretentious than you used to be. More disappointed than you used to be.
The countless birthday wishes don’t excite you anymore. Quotes showing ‘light’ more powerful than ‘darkness’ seem useless to you now. Mamma’s advices are no more funny to you, rather you find them irritating. Humor has just become a myth just like other awful emotions. Stories on the gram aren’t effective at all. You’ve detached yourself from all the people you find toxic. You rarely laugh with your whole heart. You’ve become what others wanted you to. You don’t hold any beautiful emotion. And you’ve stopped doing everything you’ve always wanted to do.
I feel really sad at what have you made out of yourself. I miss the cheerful person you used to be. I miss how you used to easily ignore useless people’s opinions about you. How active and dynamic you used to be. How emotional you used to be. I miss that complete positive side of you.
I wish if you could ever come back to your ‘older self’ because that’s whom you actually are. You’re not answerable to other’s opinions. You’re not supposed to become what others want you to become.
Your ‘older self’
