To my old self, I apologize for turning out this way. You held high hopes for the future — I crushed them down, all in vain. one by one, broke the promises we made, lost your essence, realized it too late. Will I disappoint you, if I became the adult we hated?
In moments of loneliness and despair, I wish you were here, to heal the wounds with your love and care. I tried to be what we wished for, but nothing ever seemed to work. I brought more trouble.