Tuesday 10 March 2015

Dear Me

Dear Younger Semanti,

Life is going to be tough and you know that. Stop driving your mom crazy and keep hanging out with your two crazy childhood best friends. Play more badminton. and basketball and cricket and baseball and hide and seek and run the dogs and save more stray animals. Climb more trees because you may forget how to. Make sure not to hit the cricket ball towards a wasps nest because they sting like shit. Stop studying so much and just spend more time outside because you never know what youll be missing when you grow up and go to high school then university. Stop comparing your height with the other two boys because theyre shorter than you, youre a mean bully. Learn how to dress properly otherwise you'd end up with the tomboy style you grew up with with the boys. Stop eating chocolates. They cause cavity. Dont throw away the art book because it has memories youll never recreate again. Remember that whole dragon story you wrote? Keep that god damn notebook safe because the names of the characters were amazing :D

Dear younger me,

Play out in the sun more, get tanned, and stay until you can see the stars, wrestle with the boys, win, and then hug them and become the triangle again. Dear me, keep drawing crazy shit in random papers. You never know how good you can turn out to be. Dear me, dont stop saving money in the random corners you used to put and were too shy to ask for a 3rd piggy bank because everything was cluttered with notes and coins. its good to save money. Youll need it in the future.

lastly, dear me, enjoy the boys as much as possible. for when puberty hits and maybe one day youll like one of them and theyll like you, you never know what to do when its time. choose wisely and make the right decisions for 2 friendships are at your stake


and always hold on to that friend youve had since kingergarden

heres to you my 3rd childhood bestfriend. I know youre studying in London, becoming a doctor and shit, but regardless of the distance, the fact that we still keep tabs with each other is enough for me to let you know i god damn fucking love you you idiot. and one day well meet again.
you pretty little woman whos still shorter than me <3




-3A.M

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