You know what I want to do?
Bury feelings by writing a letter to my past self.
Let's a go!
Dear Elizabeth,
You know people say that you shouldn't regret growing older, because it is a privilege denied to many.
You read that quote on a post card from Amsterdam, you know. A city where many were denied that privilege.
Anyway, so you're older. More cynical, more judgemental. None the wiser. But, you've learned a lot, and loved a lot. And with love comes loss. Great loss.You, although so young, know great loss. The kind of loss that drives people to do terrible things.
But those scars you're looking down at right now are just scars.
They show that you've loved, and that you've lost. And that you can move on and grow.
Those scars are markers, not blockades.
I know it feels like there's no exit. Like everything is crashing. But it's not.
You're about to learn that you are so much stronger than you thought you were.
But you didn't do that alone.
You're going to meet the most amazing people in your life. People you probably don't deserve. People who will turn your life around. Teach me what I just told you.
Listen to me,
those scars can't be ignored, but they can be overcame.
Today I saw: A new pet kitty! Named Ami, after the one and only Sailor Mercury.
Today I heard: The vacuum. A lot.
Today I smelled: Cookies!
Today I touched: My bedroom floor. I've been spending a lot of time on the floor, as opposed to at my desk. Curiouser and curiouser.
Today I tasted: Said cookies, my kidneys are all better!
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