A letter from June 17th, 2012

I guess I should start off with a happy birthday, huh? 25. Getting on in years. Time to start a family, and think about where you're going, I guess. Anyway, I know you (we?) never liked listening to people younger than you (us?) but you really should. After all, who knows you better than I do? Let me start with this; If you're still hurting over her (we both know who I mean), then I think it's time to stop. I mean, it's already been almost 8 years back here! I understand hurting, and feeling like nothing will ever be right again, but letting her linger in your heart isn't doing either of us any good. So, moving on, you need a job! If you don't have one yet I'm going to beat you up, because we need an apartment for ourselves, you know. I don't know if you remember this, but here in 2012 (June 17, in case this letter doesn't show the date!), you kind of want a parrot. An African Grey. They're really smart and they live so long they could be your best friend for a long time! Anyway, I'm sure you remember how boring I am, so I'm telling you to go out tonight and do something fun for yourself. Live a little. Drink like you don't have to work, dance like you'll never get tired, maybe fall in love if you haven't. After the shit you've been through, you could use it. You're probably still scared. Everything's changing so fast and you're being left behind, right? I know the feeling, but the very fact that I'm here now, and you're, well, wherever you are, now that you're reading this, I guess that means everything's gonna be okay. I mean, how could it go wrong? You've got all my experiences right there with you. I'm always there, cheering you on. Learn to love yourself, because if you can't, then nobody else will either.