a letter of reality.

Dear self; You a fool. A sucker. A foolish sucker for a beautiful boy and a cheeky smile. I won't say sorry for liking you, I won't regret anything. I think you may be to much for me to handle. The looks the personality the attention. They say to much of a good thing is bad for you, In that case I'm in a bad position. Stop it. Stop thinking about him. Why an earth are you hurting yourself. Get out quick. Leave things alone, for god sake. Sit. Think. Your driving yourself crazy. If he wants you he'll tell you. Listen to me for once, You can't hurt yourself again. We both know it. You'll die. Love from me.