PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS UNLESS YOU ARE PREPARED TO CONFRONT YOUR DARKEST FEELINGS‼️ 

I apologize in advance if through the course of reading, I am interpreted as selfish. I'm simply pouring out the worries that have burdened my being.

“Here's a letter from my better version— my more refined self, as they say. Alright! That's not entirely true. I'm just calling it so, cause I think it'll make me feel better once my pen makes it's final dot.

The journey's getting tough again and this time I don't know if I can continue to bear. Well, I'as told how it'll end, but I'm not sure I can continue to cope. 

I'm just trying to get it right, but nothing ever seems to be, yet you tell me it's alright... That it will end well, but I'm tired of waiting for this end. I mean, I know good things take time, but this has been too long a while. How much longer do I have to wait? 

Just whisper it in my ears so I shall mark the date, comforted by my calendar, knowing when my suffering shall come to an end. And I promise you I'll be more patient than the dog with the fastest bone. Cause I've been waiting and I sense my years telling me time's not on my side. I feel myself getting weary in the inside already. I'm closing in like a ball and withdrawing slowly yet steadily from life and the beauty I once saw in it's days

You promised me... by the time I drop the pen, I should feel better, but here I am battling with my final words and still I can't properly put into words how numb my heart feels or static my soul sits. 

Dear future me, please tell me it gets better from this point, even if it would mean you tell a lie.

Yours sincerely, 

Weary Little me.