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//A letter to 18-year-old HG// Dear 18-yo-HG, I a

//A letter to 18-year-old HG// Dear 18-yo-HG, I am almost on the verge of crying. Reason is as silly as it could be. Well, there is no reason at all. I swear on all the cells of my body, that I don't want you to be this 17-yo-HG. I want you to discard every layer you wore on her behalf. I suck. I really do. No, this is not self hate. I am not against self love, you know that. Actually, this is a way to take a step to start loving myself. You know what Akka said today? This: "Please don't tire and irritate the ones who stand by you." Hit the right spot! I am so moody that I don't know whom I should rebel against. I don't have a clue at all. I am not standing strong. I can say neither a yes nor a no. Even if I do, it will come out as a wavering statement. I waver, I quiver. That's all I do. I have this knack to turn an ambience glum. Wow. What a crappy growth. Oh God, adolescence is awful. (Am I blaming now?) I used to be so positive that my sister once called me "Angel" and now I am nothing but a fireball of negativity. I am pumping out toxicity round the clock that even a pinch of positivity is like a loophole to me. When I look at the mirror, I see a withered, angry long face. She has fooled herself that showing disgust is her identity. She signs swear words everywhere. I hate to say this but I despise her. I talk about the girl in the mirror instead of talking about me for even the idea of self-hatred scares me.
//A letter to 18-year-old HG// Dear 18-yo-HG, I am almost on the verge of crying. Reason is as silly as it could be. Well, there is no reason at all. I swear on all the cells of my body, that I don't want you to be this 17-yo-HG. I want you to discard every layer you wore on her behalf. I suck. I really do. No, this is not self hate. I am not against self love, you know that. Actually, this is a way to take a step to start loving myself. You know what Akka said today? This: "Please don't tire and irritate the ones who stand by you." Hit the right spot! I am so moody that I don't know whom I should rebel against. I don't have a clue at all. I am not standing strong. I can say neither a yes nor a no. Even if I do, it will come out as a wavering statement. I waver, I quiver. That's all I do. I have this knack to turn an ambience glum. Wow. What a crappy growth. Oh God, adolescence is awful. (Am I blaming now?) I used to be so positive that my sister once called me "Angel" and now I am nothing but a fireball of negativity. I am pumping out toxicity round the clock that even a pinch of positivity is like a loophole to me. When I look at the mirror, I see a withered, angry long face. She has fooled herself that showing disgust is her identity. She signs swear words everywhere. I hate to say this but I despise her. I talk about the girl in the mirror instead of talking about me for even the idea of self-hatred scares me.
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