happy 16th birthday, me
happy birthday, you're SIXTEEN nowwoahthat's older than i am right nowi just turned 15i haven't processed me being FIFTEEN yet
i hope whatever happens in the year between you and me, you'll be able to get throughand i hope you make it too, because there was a point this year that i thought for certain that i wasn't going to make it here.
this year i spent my birthday alone, not really talking to anyone. usually i spend my day calling layla, but she was busy having a sleepover today. my mom, my aunt, mahreen, zaara, my sister, and layla wished me a happy birthday.
i guess layla only remembered like 19 hours into the day, which hurts but it's okay.
she didn't mean to forget, and im sure you've forgotten this all by the time you read this too.
the day has ended and i know what im going to do.
i'm going to try and actually grow, for real this time. i'm gonna try being actually mature, for real this time. i'm gonna try getting over everything, for real this time, i'm gonna journal more, and i'll try working through my emotions better this time.
i it's all "for real" now because up until this point i haven't been taking things seriously
and if you're reading this, and you haven't been taking things seriously either, that makes sense
you're me, after all. and that's fine, just please try next time because you'll never know when you're running out of time.
or maybe, if you're reading this and you have grown, maybe you can look back at me right now and smile. smile, laugh, cringe, cry, sob, maybe you can look back at me right now and accept that you're not me anymore. and maybe you'll accept that i'm trying to be you, so you should be proud of yourself for getting this far.
i hope you accept other parts of yourself too, and that you havent still been hiding your truth from others. but if you haven't accepted that, that's fine, just start now.
start now, for real this time
because i know im gonna be for real this timeor at least i'll try to be
anyway, i'm glad you're 16 now, and if no one else has said it, i'll say it for the 3rd time this letter, happy birthday arisa have an amazing awesome beautiful day
have fun being inside and talking to no one, or maybe you'll have gotten more of a "life" and are spending your birthday out side orr even talking to someone for more than a few minutes.
anyway, a lot of this letter has felt like it's the end, but for real this time,
cya later, peace out, have a goodnight sleep tight don't let the bed bugs bite, don't drown, don't sink, don't sink in the drown, and don't drown in the sink.
okay, but for real this time, goodbye from the youngest version of you that you have definitely ever received a letter from.
happy birthday, you're SIXTEEN nowwoahthat's older than i am right nowi just turned 15i haven't processed me being FIFTEEN yet
i hope whatever happens in the year between you and me, you'll be able to get throughand i hope you make it too, because there was a point this year that i thought for certain that i wasn't going to make it here.
this year i spent my birthday alone, not really talking to anyone. usually i spend my day calling layla, but she was busy having a sleepover today. my mom, my aunt, mahreen, zaara, my sister, and layla wished me a happy birthday.
i guess layla only remembered like 19 hours into the day, which hurts but it's okay.
she didn't mean to forget, and im sure you've forgotten this all by the time you read this too.
the day has ended and i know what im going to do.
i'm going to try and actually grow, for real this time. i'm gonna try being actually mature, for real this time. i'm gonna try getting over everything, for real this time, i'm gonna journal more, and i'll try working through my emotions better this time.
i it's all "for real" now because up until this point i haven't been taking things seriously
and if you're reading this, and you haven't been taking things seriously either, that makes sense
you're me, after all. and that's fine, just please try next time because you'll never know when you're running out of time.
or maybe, if you're reading this and you have grown, maybe you can look back at me right now and smile. smile, laugh, cringe, cry, sob, maybe you can look back at me right now and accept that you're not me anymore. and maybe you'll accept that i'm trying to be you, so you should be proud of yourself for getting this far.
i hope you accept other parts of yourself too, and that you havent still been hiding your truth from others. but if you haven't accepted that, that's fine, just start now.
start now, for real this time
because i know im gonna be for real this timeor at least i'll try to be
anyway, i'm glad you're 16 now, and if no one else has said it, i'll say it for the 3rd time this letter, happy birthday arisa have an amazing awesome beautiful day
have fun being inside and talking to no one, or maybe you'll have gotten more of a "life" and are spending your birthday out side orr even talking to someone for more than a few minutes.
anyway, a lot of this letter has felt like it's the end, but for real this time,
cya later, peace out, have a goodnight sleep tight don't let the bed bugs bite, don't drown, don't sink, don't sink in the drown, and don't drown in the sink.
okay, but for real this time, goodbye from the youngest version of you that you have definitely ever received a letter from.
Epilogue
about 19 hours laterawesome....
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