Saying goodbye to the version of me whose frontal lobe hadn’t fully developed yet : impulsive, emotional, and still trying to make sense of everything.
Dear my younger self,
You made questionable choices, felt things deeply, and learned many lessons the hard way… but you were also brave, sincere, and doing the best you could with what you knew at the time.
I may cringe when I look back, but you are part of my story. The raw, unfiltered chapters that shaped who I am today.
So this is a gentle closing, an acknowledgment… and a quiet thank you for getting me here.
Goodbye will hurt me, and i might cry.
Its fine.. i might kick myself in regret.
But this is it.. Goodby-y-ye
(Hwasa)
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