Letters For Myself

How are you now, my old self?

Are you having fun talking to your favorite band's posters? Are you having fun with your friends? Did your crush noticed you already? Did you do your homework? Or are you still stressed out from all the school works?

I miss those days a lot.

Where my everydays were so simple, yet so fun. I have my friends, whom I can make chit chats with. Whom I can share my weird thoughts with. Whom I can always rely on.

My problems were small, but I'd cry a river because of it. And now that I'm thinking about it, I find it so ridiculous. Compared to the problems I'm dealing with now, it never comes close.

I'd worry about getting late for school. I'd worry about my unfinished assignments. I'd worry about what I'll eat on snack time. I'd worry about what tweet will I'm going to post when I get home.

Sometimes, I wish that even just one day, just one day, I'll get away. I'll get away from my tiring life. I'll have peace for just one day. I won't worry about anything. Just one peaceful day.

Or if not, maybe just take me back to my old self. To my thirteen year-old self. Where all I do is to get mad at my mom for making me do all the dishes. Where I'd only worry for snack breaks, not heart breaks. Where I'd only cry because of my broken polished nail, not because of my broken heart.