A Letter from My Future Self to My Past Self

A Letter from My Future Self to My Past Self

Dear My Past Self,

Hello asshole.

You are the catalyst of my suffering,

the promoter of my daily aggravations.

You are the reason why I cannot sleep at night

nor stay awake during the day.

Procrastination:

It is what rewards you,

and kills me.

Determination:

That is what you don’t have,

and it haunts me.

You are not me.

I hate you.

And the stack of work

you bequeath to me.

No, you didn’t hear me right.

I hate

You.

I despise of

You.

I loathe

You.

You make the laws

that only I have to follow.

You create a daunting courtroom

and settle yourself on the judge’s chair,  

while all I could do is

wait

for my imminent declaration of my

never-ending sentence for torture and

regret.

They say practice makes perfect.

You don’t practice,

so I’m not perfect.

I am the direct result of your laziness,

your lethargic attitude,

your lack of discipline.

You stripped me of my ambitions

and ransacked all my potential talent.

Let me ask you:

Where is your pride?

Your dignity?

Let me tell you:

You disgust me.

You’re pathetic.

You’re disastrous.

You’re...

You’re...

Dammit,

I’m too tired

to think of anything.

Meh, I can finish this letter

tomorrow.