Dear Eileen,
If you're reading this it means you made it out alive. It means you're breathing. It means that after every breakdown you've had you managed to pick yourself up and keep walking. Give yourself a pat on the back and smile. You made it. You actually survived. I hope you're reading this with a sense of accomplishment knowing that you did at least almost everything you wanted to do during your last year of high school.
I hope you're happy. I hope you're not hiding away in your room and negating everything. I hope you've stopped doing that because believe me, it's not healthy. I just hope you're okay, y'know? More okay. More okay than how you were a year ago.
I've got a few questions for you. I hope you're satisfied with your answers.
Did you fix things with your friends?
Have you guys written a song together?
Did you play your first real show?
Did you play in every talent show and coffee house?
Do you at least have your L yet?
Did you actually graduate? (Please say yes.)
Did you hold back your tears when you said goodbye to him?
Did you get help?
How's Mel doing?
How's the rest of your family?
Have you seen David Cook yet?
Have you seen My Chemical Romance yet?
Have you seen Switchfoot?
Are you happy?
Do you have a job?
Are your dreams right on track?
Do you still have the same dreams?
Do you still play drums? (You better say yes, asshole.)
I don't know what else to ask, but I hope this made you think. It's funny how the words you are reading right now belong to who you were. You're someone else now. You're older. You've graduated. You got through it all. I guess the real question is where would you like to go now? You have an answer for that, don't you? Good. Now go. Go make your dreams come true if you haven't done so already. Work hard, have fun and stick with your friends. Never ever let them go.
Rage & Love,
-Eileen.
If you're reading this it means you made it out alive. It means you're breathing. It means that after every breakdown you've had you managed to pick yourself up and keep walking. Give yourself a pat on the back and smile. You made it. You actually survived. I hope you're reading this with a sense of accomplishment knowing that you did at least almost everything you wanted to do during your last year of high school.
I hope you're happy. I hope you're not hiding away in your room and negating everything. I hope you've stopped doing that because believe me, it's not healthy. I just hope you're okay, y'know? More okay. More okay than how you were a year ago.
I've got a few questions for you. I hope you're satisfied with your answers.
Did you fix things with your friends?
Have you guys written a song together?
Did you play your first real show?
Did you play in every talent show and coffee house?
Do you at least have your L yet?
Did you actually graduate? (Please say yes.)
Did you hold back your tears when you said goodbye to him?
Did you get help?
How's Mel doing?
How's the rest of your family?
Have you seen David Cook yet?
Have you seen My Chemical Romance yet?
Have you seen Switchfoot?
Are you happy?
Do you have a job?
Are your dreams right on track?
Do you still have the same dreams?
Do you still play drums? (You better say yes, asshole.)
I don't know what else to ask, but I hope this made you think. It's funny how the words you are reading right now belong to who you were. You're someone else now. You're older. You've graduated. You got through it all. I guess the real question is where would you like to go now? You have an answer for that, don't you? Good. Now go. Go make your dreams come true if you haven't done so already. Work hard, have fun and stick with your friends. Never ever let them go.
Rage & Love,
-Eileen.
October 11th, 2010 at 09:52am