Dear Past Me,

YOU CAN DO IT.

I know it seems like shit.

I know everything seems impossible as all get out.

But you can do this.

You’re going to meet great people and strengthen the relationships you already have.

Yeah, you’re gonna get hurt and roughed up, but you’re doing the best you can, and that’s enough.

Some days getting out of bed is going to be a free fall, but you’ll come out fine in the end. After all, you’re not jumping without a parachute.

Always think of your friends and remember to care about their feelings as if they were your own.

Trust those close to you.

Well, except this one guy. He’s a dick.

But you can trust Hailey. She’s never failed us yet, you know? Always trust in her when the going gets rough.

Keep you head up, keep your heart strong. GET HELP. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD GET HELP BEFORE YOU IMPLODE ON YOURSELF. Capitalized that since it’s so important. You can’t do this on your own.

Your name is Jack. You’re a tough cookie with friends who care and a God above that is smiling at you. Things will be okay. Maybe not right away.

But someday.

Love,

Me

P.S. Don’t eat the last of the chocolate covered strawberries. Dad will yell at you for that. Also, that’s a candle, not a Reese’s peanut butter cup. And one more thing, there’s this guy named Ryu. He’s a fucking trash bag. Hang up that phone and tell Hailey to get away from him. He’s dangerous and if you just heed this warning you’ll be so thankful.

Dear Santa,

You never disappoint. I mean, you bring me what I ask for every year. Usually an electronic device. A gaming console, a DVD player, etc. And that makes me happy; I’m always excited to play a new game or watch some anime, but in reality I’ve found myself wanting to ask for something else.

I want to tell you what I really want, but you can’t bring that.

You’re not even real.

Woops.

From,

Jack