I remembered writing a letter to myself in class when I was 14. A couple months ago I received the same letter in the mail. I couldn't bring myself to read it, or even to look at it. Because I know I'm ashame to say that I am not the same person I used to be.


One day I gathered the courage to open the letter. In five years, so many things have changed. I cried reading that letter. I miss her. It's unbearable knowing that I will never get her back, because I hardly remember the way she was. I've lost her forever, and I will damn myself for eternity.