Guys, I have noticed how hindsight can change everything. And why humans need to learn from our mistakes. I look at my old artwork and cringe at crudity and awkward things I used to draw or write. How much time can change this one. Oro? Lolz anyway, I read a journal entry I had written back in May of 2009. Less than 5 years ago. And I was horrified at the self-pitying little freak I found. The passive aggressiveness, the fatalistic attitude...I read on and wondered, "How can this have been me?! Are you SURE this was me??? This can't be me writing that..." And as I stare at the spoiled, sheltered little prick-face I used to be...I decided to respond and comment on my own damn journal. But addressing my 5-years-younger self, I have essentially pulled a Lakehouse type endeavor (for those who have seen Keanu Reeves and Sandra Bullock in that movie)...and write myself a letter to my younger self. My first objective is to offer up comparative proof of said douchebaggery (sorry younger Kat but it's true dammit!) so I reprint what my old 2009 post said.
Journal of May 2009...after a breakup with my ex...who shall remain nameless.
*ahem*
Title: Worst day of my fucking life!!!! (Future self edit note: we all know what the asterisks are hiding, so why fuck around?)
i just had the worst f***ing day of my entire life. my boyfriend... well, EX-boyfriend now...broke up with me today and i'm absolutely devastated. i'm a combination of angry, depressed, and confused.
sorry about the foul language. i'm just that upset. i feel so alone...
i feel like i will never heal, and no amount of donuts, ice cream, or fruit pies will make up for the fact that i still love him, so much... dammit! to all my watchers and friends on DA...i'm sorry but my muse has left me and i am about ready to throw in the towel on my drawing and art, so unless i magically become a competent person who somehow has the strength to deal with this (let alone deal with life), then i will no longer be drawing, writing, or playing music, which i used to love so much...
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My responding letter read as follows:
Omg emo much?!
Dear past-self,
Update: Dev is happy...YOU are happy. You are engaged in the future. Your muse has not abandoned you, my sweet. You are strong enough to go through two spine surgeries in the future, and survive abuse and more heartache than you could imagine at that moment. Life still sucks ass sometimes, but just remember...one stone's throw and everything changes. Thousands of lives could be altered by one seemingly innocuous decision. Do I throw the rock, or do I drop it? And always keep in mind about strength through adversity. The strongest steel is forged by the fires of hell. Then it is pounded by the hammer before it is thrust into the flames once more. The heat gives the blade flexibility. While the blows give it strength, so that when all is said and done, the sword will endure any battle it is called upon to fight. Remember that two people should never 'complete' each other. You must both be whole on your own, and only then can you support each other in endeavors. Harder times than this, will come, I assure you. And survive any battle, you will. Overcoming any obstacle, your legend will outshine even your dark sorrows, my darling. You will find new anime to obsess over, you will love, you will lose, you will fall more times than I can enumerate...but when you gather the strength to stand, you will see others for who they really are. And more than that, you will see who YOU really are. And despite your broken heart now (back in your time), you will find countless wonders to inspire you and your art...in all its forms!
You will not only survive.
You will learn how to truly LIVE.
And in the End (less than five years from where you are, dearest), you will become awesome. For you will be...
ME.
Yours Always,
Someone Awesomer than you.
P.S. Use proper grammar and spelling, or I will hire Chuck Motherfucking Norris to punch a hole in the fabric of space-time, so he can Roundhouse Kick your self-pitying, selfish, short-sighted ASS!