A Letter To Myself

Dear Self,

It's been a while, a year in fact, since we had this heart-to-heart. It's been quite the year, from suicidal dreams, and rock-bottomness, to relationships ending and beginning. You've gained some friends, and lost some, renewed some, and discontinued some.
Right now, I'm proud of you. You've taken to bettering yourself, even more than I expected. You're working towards a goal, and although it may not be truly what you want, it's a goal, and a good one.
You enjoy life again, and that could not be said for the last year or so. You have learned when to trust, and when not to. You have learned when to talk, and when to listen. Even though sometimes it feels the world is against you, you've learned to smile at a world that doesn't care.
Your truth and honesty, sometimes to a fault, have left you stronger. Sometimes the people around you can't take this honesty, and they walk away to console undeserving egos, but you know they know, and one day will be just like you.
Your infectious laugh and charm, and good sense of humour, disarm and entertain even the hardest of souls. Perhaps one day you can love again, as you know you can, and as you know you deserve. Your love and pursuit of knowledge, even in the face of people who don't care, and wall themselves off against the world, is a love worth having. Your love of music, as your one true passion and your reason for not being dead yet, is the one drug you'll never stop pursuing.
I wish there was a way to fix some of the wrongs, done by you, and done to you, but I can't.
The only regret I have, is not having any. This is your strength, use it, and give it to others.
This is truly your love, the love you give to others, doesn't matter if it's returned, it may never be. It stands alone. As you do.