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Wednesday, January 7, 2015

A LETTER FROM MY 16 YEAR OLD SELF

I don't know if right now you've given into those pressures you always complained about, I hope not. Have you started shaping ur brows and wearing make-up? I'm asking this because it once irritated you. Do you still write? I hope you do, it's what keeps you sane. How's your love life doing, do you even have one? Have you had sex yet? Do you still love sad songs? I wonder! I know I'm asking so many questions, but do you have answers? Do you still have those nightmares that kept you awake? Do you still spend countless hours in front of a mirror because you felt you weren't beautiful enough? What of that accident you had, did it change you as much as I thought it would? As a teenager, you were so reserved, has that changed? Have you experienced the heartbreak you've always dreaded? I wish I could be with you right now, living side by side and watching you make your mistakes, but that's as impossible as snow in Nigeria right now. How's Charles? Tell him I miss those days with him, but I had to grow up. Do you two still talk? It's funny how I was so scared I wouldn't live past 16, but I did, we did! I'm glad. Never forget what you always used to say, 'I won't stop living, till I'm done breathing'. Standing where you left me years ago, I'm so glad you grew up.Although sometimes, I miss being the one existing. Do me proud, do us proud!

2 comments:

  1. I like the way you can "Stand outside your body" and criticize your existence... Constructively tho... Good one... Very Good

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