Letter to an Old Friend December 17, 2016Posted in Adolescence, Beautiful, Beauty, Bold, Books, Brave, Broken, Celebrate, Christmas, Confession, Dawn, Depression, Destiny, Dreamers, Dreams, Dust, Emotions, Empowerment, Faith, Fate, Fear, Feminism, Feminist, Finding Yourself, Forgiveness, Happiness, Hero, Home, Hope, Humanity, I love you, Idea, Infinity, Letter, Life, Love, Love Story, Love Yourself, Melancholy, Memories, Memory, Mental Health, Nature, Pain, Passion, Past, Perfection, Poem, Poetry, Ramblings, Rantings, Soul, Stardust, Stars, Suicide, Teenage, Teenage Suicide, Thoughts, Time, Trust, Unique, Universe, Winter, Woman, Words, WritingTagged Adulthood, Beauty, Christmas, Depression, Forgiveness, Happiness, Help, Hopelessness, I love you, Lessons, Love, Love Yourself, Melancholy, Memories, Mental Health, Mistakes, Seventeen, Sorrow, Soul, Suicide, Teenage, Time, Trust, Uniqueness, Universe, YouthLeave a comment In all our lives, I think we have been the cruelest to our own selves, our own mistakes, and our own tales. Perhaps this Christmas, we can find some forgiveness, not for our sins, but for all the madness that has been. Note: I apologize for the small font size. This poem is something which I felt that needs to be voiced to each one of us to our old selves. And hence I have tried my best to make it as legible as possible by fitting it into this post. Thank you for reading. Always.