Thursday, October 10, 2013

Note to self: A letter to my rebelious stage

Dear Me,

Do you remember that rule? The one that said to never date anyone with hair longer than yours? Let me tell you now it is a good rule to follow, and the boy you break it for isn't worth your broken heart. The boy before him isn't either and don't get me started on the boy before them. And let me tell you, anyone who cheats on you isn't worth your tears. But when he makes out with your best friend it is worth being angry.

Be angry with him, and be angry with her, but forgive. Forgive them for your love, and forgive them for your hate, and forgive them for not noticing either. And forgive your mother.

I know you think that hating her is justified, think she doesn't care because she got sick and left you, but she didn't. She got sick and you left her. And you broke her heart just like she broke yours. So forgive her when she says those things and forgive her when she can't. Forgive her, and forgive the doctors and please, for both our sakes, forgive yourself.

You may not think that matters either but trust me. It is going to break you and you are never going to be the same, so don't go down that road. Forgive yourslef and move on.

Love,
Me.

P.S. Go eat something. You look the same when you weigh 90 pounds as you do when you weigh 130 and that will just make you bitter when you finally get healthy so stop being stupid and eat your lunch.