Dear Twink One,
I
honestly have no idea what to say to you. I have had a great year getting to
know you; watching you grow and mature change for the better for the most part.
I am extremely proud of who you are and what you have the potential to do even
though I know I have had nothing to do with the process of you getting there.
Not to say that I wouldn’t like to help, I just don’t think you will ever need
it. I will always have an ear to lend you and hand to help you up. So you can
call anytime for anything even if it’s nothing at all. I can promise you now I
will make an effort to get all of you together and see you guys once every
summer, because I will miss you a little. My last order of business before I
leave, and pray that the house doesn’t burn down, is that we have to stay in
contact. Much like over one of the breaks when I got to talk to you the entire
time. You’ll be a great president; friend, boyfriend, and Physicist never doubt
that. I wish I could leave you with some lasting advice or words to live by but
you're such a dynamic, complex individual that I don’t think that would work for
you. So instead I am going to share some of my experience in hopes that you can
learn from my mistakes. One of the things that has gotten me into trouble, the
serious kind that I don’t talk about, is not asking for help. I like to go it
alone because I think I can, I am too prideful, or I don’t think anyone will
understand. I have come to find out that it is simply not true. We may
all be individuals and different, but quite a few of us have similar fucking
problems. I am not saying when I learned to ask for help that it got any
better, because I don’t like taking advice. What can I say I’m hard headed, but
at least I became savable. I have been rescued many times by friends who probably
don’t even consider themselves helping me. I need to get out of my apartment
every day and some days that was hard. However, I had friends that knew I was
struggling and would invite me over all the time just to chill. They didn’t
know when I was having a bad day or what triggered it; they would just randomly
text me just because. Take from that what will and have another good three or
so years.
Love,
J Skittles
Ps. now that it has been
3 minutes boob grope.
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