Dear you,

One year really doesn't seem like a long time. But, it is. 
But it also isn't. 

I don't think I really should be writing to you. 
I don't really want to ruin your joy. 
But, since I started, I'm not going to hang you by a thread. 

Hi. I'm you. About 430 days in the future. 

Wherever you think you're gonna be...you won't be there. Not anymore at least. 

Why? 

Well, you made a decision. Not one you regret, but one you wish you had more time to make. 
But then you did make a regrettable decision. So, my purpose in this is to tell you to think. 

Do not take your time but think clearly. 
But you might need time to do that so my warning would be...don't be afraid. 

Sorry this is a bit of a mess.  
You are a bit of a mess.

Anniversary

Today marks the one year anniversary of the beginning of the life I had only dreamed about. 
Today marks the one year anniversary of the first time I was proud of myself for giving everything I had to live the life I wanted. 
Today marks the one year anniversary of the start of my own life for myself. And nobody else. 

What a wonderful day, what a wonderful occasion it would've been. 

One year ago I could've never imagined to have been able to do the things I set out to do. 
I would've never imagined that a short 300 days or so would not only be filled with the best days of my life but the worst. 
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The scenary starts to choke me 
With its contaminated chains 
I tried to leave you be 
And the monster pain 
It consumed my every being 
My every laughter from then 
Stopped me from seeing 
That I can never try again.