Dear early texter,
It is not me who doesn’t see the kid inside you. It is you who can’t see the serious adult inside me. Knowing the game doesn’t mean I gotta play it. Maybe I just simply watched you played it alone. Sometimes, I wish I could show you when you are lonely or in darkness the astonishing light of your own being. Do not tell me what to do while you don’t even know how to deal with yourself.
Lots of love,