From: My true self; To: Heaven
I had an idea to what this was about, I didn't want to read it, but I did. It was sad - but I didn't cry, maybe because I have always cried about it even before I wrote that letter. I even criticized the letter because the tone was so formal, I didn't know if that 3rd grade me was talking with God or if she was talking with a judge of supreme court. All the same, it was a depressing letter that may not let me sleep tonight.
But this post I made is a reply to that 3rd grade me, so this is now 3rd year college me talking, 10 years later
Dear 3rd grade Arlet,
It's okay. It is. Believe me. Please don't be guilty, not anymore. You have done a great job. You are strong and wonderful and you put on such a tough act. "You're not superman, you know?" Give yourself a break and don't worry. You're not going to the hell that you believed in. You're not. And I love you. I always will. I never hated you. I was childish. You have no one to apologize to, absolutely no one.
I love you, a lot,
I do. Stop being harsh on yourself
3rd year college Arlet
P.S. Why do you claim that you're a "rabble-rouser" and how did you even know the meaning of that word, I had to go and open an online dictionary.
3rd grade me was using highfalutin words for her age, she must have been such a show off, putting on such an antic, putting on a tough act, putting herself in such a miserable state.
I'm sorry childhood.
And you're forgiven, please forgive yourself already.
~eto yung mga pagkakataong napapatunayan ko na schizophrenic ako eh GYAHAHAHAHA