A Short Letter To Myself

I used to be my own best friend. Lately, I’ve been too busy to hang out with me. So I wrote myself a letter.

Etin Obaseki
Sep 1, 2018 · 1 min read

Yo!

How've you been my man?

It's been a while, several months in fact since we last hung out.

I don't want to sound too needy, but its seems you have time for everyone else but me.

You've spent money on other people, but when I ask for even the littlest things, you're suddenly broke.

But I get it, no jokes, I really do.

You've upgraded, no longer at my level.

And it's a little embarrassing to hang out with me, even worse to admit that you once did and even looked forward to it.

It's okay though, it's actually cool.
I wish you the best, I really do.

I just called to return this notebook to you.

The one full of hopes and dreams you shared so long ago.

I think you should at least take this with you wherever you go.

Etin Obaseki

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“A boy becomes a man in the same way a seed becomes a tree. The seed has to die for the tree to grow and the boy has to leave for the man to show.” — Me

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