BREAKING MYTHS
Hey you,
I am going, to begin with, an overused line How are you I’m not hoping for you to be fine, because you’re not, Because I am you, just from a different time My sole purpose for writing this letter is to lift the weight of myths from your shoulders, So the truth sparks inside you brighter, & you feel a lot lighter.
I know maths has been traumatizing you, dodging numbers that’s all you do. Fingers are pointed, questions are raised and for every calculation wrong you’re to be blamed. You pick up the compass and tattoo your vein. Allow or don’t allow me to tell you honestly. You suffer from dyscalculia a learning disability, when a person struggles to deal with numeracy ability. So, you need to be treated with sympathy.
But that teacher would belittle you every single time she’d teach and she has been assassinating you with any chance she gets. This is going to cut deep, you will never forget
The school counselors won’t help you discover all this, & you may never recover from it.
How is that new season of supernatural coming up? Novice Sam and Dean’s been toughening up. I know you sulk behind hard covers and journals scribbling to be rescued. To be frank with you no one going to come and get you. You need someone to hold you up when you lose esteem. You are becoming Sam and I know you’re craving a Dean. Life isn’t a scripted scene when in reality you are Sam and you are your own Dean.
You go out of your way, turn gloomy skies into sunny days, your best friend forever squad Hate to let you know it’s all a façade. The word ‘friend’ ends with an end. What more hints could I give you, they’re all playing pretense
And that new girl in your class has been creating issues She has been shaming you down, you’re being abused She is so naive and doesn’t how you feel. But some scars will never heal. Let me tell you the truth. She is the bully, and you’re being bullied, worthless your conditioned to believe Listen up! & Listen clear! you are not someone’s punching bag She is the problem here because decency is something that she lacks.
So, enjoy the ride and leave with no guilt unlike them, you are differently built. The world is out there to juice you out to the very last drop, for them, you’re just an overused prop.
Papa, the only man in your life who wishes nothing out of you Rather than wraps up every ounce of happiness and gift it to you Just glare at him every once in a while, charismatically it will widen your smile He has set the bar skyrocketing high and no one dares to inch closer, listen to the voice within you and don’t beat yourself down, now this letter is over
From your
Future self
