Dear someone

Dear someone,

I’ve become 18 recently. I’m an adult now. You wouldn’t say. It’s like I remain the same person throughout all these years. I don’t change.

That means that I never become a happy teenager. Have I ever told you that? I don’t think I’ve ever told anyone. Should I throw it on the Internet then? Maybe not. Maybe I should be smart and leave you in peace now, and don’t pretend to write a letter that’s worth the name ‘literature’.

What reason do I have to be a not-happy teenager? I’m young and vital and I’ve got a home and a family and everything. (I even have a cat) Yet, I complain.
That’s not completely true. I do complain (dear lord yes!), but I never complain about what bothers me mostly when something is bothering me.

There are other things that bother me too, such as my finger that was hurt today. Now it’s swollen and less useful.

I’m at the point of saying things I should not say on the Internet. I will now stop myself before I start to regret. ‘Cause I easily regret.

After all, I’m acting pathetically, but I believe I can do that, every now and then. Let me at least post this song, and the next post, I promise, will be a lot happier.

Thank you, dear someone,

Yours Sincerely,
Another someone

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  1. An advantage of the internet is that as long as you keep your anonymity, you can say whatever you want, with less chance of it coming back to you.
    Come to think of it, that’s also one of the disadvantages of the internet.
    Hope you’re alright, and say what you like.
    Your blog, your rules… πŸ™‚

  2. Ummm not-happy birthday?

    I was a miserable teenager. Things never become great but you find misery loves company. Be open with others. Helps make things a little more tolerable.

    • I know that things are never great, but I do not always succeed in ignoring that…

      • I find things don’t get much easier but I realize I was stupid for caring about a lot of those stresses that bring me down in the first place. – a revelation I had about an hour ago which seemed relevant

      • Pretty fresh revelation :). I know I shouldn’t care, but sometimes it’s too hard to ignore and then I get sad… Can’t help that.

  3. The internet is the perfect place to tell all of your secrets. Mainly because I’m curious now and want to hear them. Sorry you’re not happy. Hope you feel better.

    • My secrets aren’t that interesting I’m afraid…! I live a quit normal, calm life.
      I just got this side of me that can be terribly unhappy and lonely and I never tell anyone but you.

  4. β€œWe all do things we wish we could undo. Those regrets just become part of who we are, along with everything else. To spend time trying to change that, well, it’s like chasing clouds.”
    ― Libba Bray

  5. Sort of happy birthday NBI.

    Generally speaking there is no particular part of your life where you will be happy as such. There will always be something pissing you off.

    • Now, that’s exactly one of the things bothering me: it will only get worse!
      Luckily I have a bunch of people ready to hear me complain about that.

  6. If you think you sound pathetic, stop it right now. Feel what you feel when you feel it. That’s one of the greatest joys of being human and why should you smother such a gracious right for anyone? Come talk to me anytime. I’m sad too and I’m someone. Nice to meet you, other someone.

  7. happy Birthday! As a still-unhappy-rarely-happy …girl, and as the unhappy-although I had all the things you said, except the cat, teenager, I can tell you that everything will only make you stronger until that point when the unhappiness will get easier. To be happy is…well, a skill. It should be taught in school.

  8. I agree!


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