Do you remember me?

Dear Person I hope to meet in ten years, Do you remember all the nights we would stay up crying our little heart out. Remember 2009 and all the pain it had stored for us? Remember the songs that saved your life? Remember her? Your best friend. She saved you from what you thought was a dead end. The time to stop believing and give up. She happened and you found a new reason to live. You loved her to death and I mean it, death. Now that you saw nothing great about your family. Now that your family wasn't a family anymore, you found a new shoulder to cry on. She was always there, but that didn't last either now, did it? Oh, how stubborn we are. We take our mother for granted. Pride is always in the way and turns our life into well of regrets. I'd love to know where you are right now and make sure my life leads me there. That's stupid, isn't it? You'd be there anyways. Oh, I digress. Remember the second heartbreaking event of 2009? You would wake up early, hoping to learn that what you thought just happened, hadn't really. You would stay up every night til 3 in the morning listening to the songs she once used to send you, to help you get over what occurred in your family. How ironic, indeed. And now she's coming back. She says she needs you and you wonder if forgiving her was a bad idea, after the pain she caused you. You look at her and think "I must be the biggest loser to you, no matter what you do with me, I still let you come back, I'm still here for you." Somewhere along the way, you realized that there's someone else you should have thought of before giving yourself up entirely to her. You. My advice to you, future self, is to think about yourself. Fall in love. Live. Laugh. Make new friends. Cherish the ones you have. Don't assume what you don't know, even if you think you know it. Think about everything you do. And remember that, I love you. I really do. Don't let my constant putting down and low self-esteem and poor choices affect your future. Remember what HZ said? She said: You don't find mean jokes funny. Be the friend you want her to be, even when you don't want to. I know I'm not able to do it, but I hoped things changed. Be the friend she believes you are because THAT I know you are. Don't be discouraged that you don't mean that much to her, but believe her when she says that she cares. Believe in the world, even if you might get heartbroken. What if you don't believe? Where is the joy going to come from. The tears? The pain? That smile? The inspiration? Believe. And call your mom and her, please. :) There's a reason for the world. You and I.