Writing Prompt

dear chiyo from a few months ago,

i hope you dearly enjoyed

thinking that amy

could still be your friend.

truth is, she doesn’t want you anymore.

she made a new group of friends

for a reason.

and matt?

don’t be silly now,

he hasn’t shown up,

probably making his own friends

while you’re over here

suffering.

maybe it would have been better

if you didnt say

“abc for rp”

when you were a child

and met...

To younger me , i wish you could spend more time living carelessly for the future is no fairy tale more an uneasy sea with waves aiming to steal your shine even though you try to be fine .

you'll struggle to mend relationship with family members due to argument your unable to defend . So you leave your heart to grieve and cover your arms with sleeves .

You'll learn to show less but avoid lookin...

***TW: SH (self harm)***

To my past self-

Please

Stop.

Put the blade

Down.

You made a

Promise,

Remember?

You are fifteen days

Clean,

Don’t dare

Relapsing.

I know, life is

Shitty, I know

It sucks,

But this is

Not At all

The answer.

Put down the blade,

Screw it

Back place

And

Put the damn sharpener

Away.

Please, you’ll

Regret it

If you don’t stop.

It will hurt her

Way more than it...

To my past self

Dont be distressed

Life is good and bad

You will cut yourself

But everything will be alright

Yoi got your friends by your side

So dont be afraid when your down

Just escape to the land of words

And dream of the future

And all that will happen...

To my past self,

Don’t ever lose your light.

You’ll struggle through so, so, so much

You’ll wonder why everyone seems so against you

You still wonder why your family doesn’t seem to even like you

No one but your dad, as always

It’s going to sound really bad, but you have a ton of crushes. Stop going for guys; stop going for them. They will come to you

I know you end up despising karate & you quit...

You don’t need to try so hard

Don’t need to stand out

Don’t need to fit in

Just be yourself

Let people help

Don’t bottle it up

Don’t let it be to big

That only hurts you in the end...

Dear, old me,

Their thoughts mean nothing,

Chose to be who you desire,

Believe what you want to see.

Dear, old me,

You don’t need to be seen,

By people who’ll see you in memories,

And only care about your surface.

Oh, old me,

Hatred is a honed weapon,

And when you stab someone to flaunt,

It won’t be too pretty.

Just see, old me,

How your thoughts will swirl forever,

Thinking you’re too odd to l...

Past self,

I know life was hard

In kindergarten you where a clueless child

That had understanding and yet you didnt

In first grade you started figuring stuff out

Starting to find out that your alone but you still fight to have friends

You always liked ti read then cause it was an escape from the outside world

In second grade a new girl comes

I was always nice to her but she was rude to me ...

Dear 11-year-old me,

You might think it’s bad already, but it gets worse. When you turn 12, it’ll be the worst summer of your life. When your 13, everything will catch up to you during the 2nd semester of school. The only thing you can do now is keep being friends with ML, MB, and AJ. They’ll be there for you no matter what. When you’re 14, everything starts making sense and you’ll figure out lif...

dear donnie,

was the friendship with matt and amy nice

while it lasted?

i really hope it lasts as long as it can.

you really aren’t that different from me,

the only difference

is that you were cheerier

and felt more at home with them.

oh, don’t worry,

your writing skills get better in the future!

there will be many to support you

once those two are out of your reach…

so, please, cherish matt and ...