Letter #156 — Youth

Oh, my youth…

You were full of shit. You thought as we hit 30, we’d die instantly. Turns out you were wrong. We’re still here. Not that it’s any better, but you were wrong.

I no longer trust you because what you seek is impossible and nonsensical to materialize.

All those ideals within your tiny head are utopian dreams that will never come true.

I blame you for all the shit I’ve been through.

O, my lovely youth. Your ability for unable to see life thoroughly made me despise myself.

I didn’t know that surviving would be this hard.

I didn’t know that making mistakes, punished relentlessly.

I found no end, yet I kept walking to be further away from you.

Despite all that, I know that I wouldn’t be standing here without you.

Where this is going to be, I don’t have a clue.

Will I meet you again one day? I’m afraid we don’t have to ’cause I’m tired.

No longer need to prove.

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