Dear Former Self,
You are a broken lock without a key. You are destroyed by your external situation, but it is not a reason to interally self destruct. I love you, you matter to me now a whole lot. Be gentle with yourself. Go take those college courses in high school. Go do all the things your fucked up head tells you not to do, and see what happens. Feel everything painful, don’t distract yourself with self inflicted pain. THIS WILL PASS! The thick thoughts of death that swell your skull will pass, be present with them. Think of them without judgement, and don’t react to them dear.