An Open Letter to My Torn-Out Self

Dear Self,

You will be happy soon. I promise you will.
You will be happy soon. When you no longer have to deal with the pressures of the people around you. When you no longer have self-doubt because of their high expectations.
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You will be happy soon. When you no longer hang out with the wrong people in your life. When you have found the best people that can turn your world upside down, can make you laugh, the genuine laugh. The laugh that can bring teardrops in your eyes.
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The laugh that maybe not too loud, but it’s too joyful. The laugh that makes your heart smile. You will be happy soon. When you no longer have to look for that someone that can love you back as much as you do to them. When you let the magic of love do its thing.
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You will be happy soon. When you no longer have to look back at the memories you shared with a friend who took you for granted. When you no longer look at that friend as a friend.
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You will be happy soon. When you learn that anxiety is just only a little voice in your head. When you know that you are more powerful than a thought.
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You will be happy soon. When you no longer have to adjust your standards to fit to other people’s. When you no longer have to please everyone that causes you to neglect you own worth.
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You will be happy soon. When you realize you have to look away and turn your back from people who just suck out most of your energy then leave you drained and helpless.
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Those people who you thought who will help you when you feel nothing & empty, sadly, they were the ones that put you in there.
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You will be happy soon. When you no longer smile just because you wanted to be pretty in a picture or a selfie. But you smile because you know that happiness takes time and we all have to sometimes deal with sadness. You smile because you take your time.
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Go and be sad. Nothing’s wrong with that. But make sure to be happy again, soon.

Love,

Sad but hopeful self.