Dear Myself,

You can't keep running around shoving your dripping heart into the hands of unsuspecting boys and expect them to take care of it. It's not him or him or him or him, at least right now it's not. Right now, it's you. You need to learn to take care of yourself before you can properly trust someone else to do the job justice. Because you deserve a cozy bedroom and fresh strawberries in the morning and a good ink pen that writes smoothly instead of what you've been settling for. Just give it up already. It's not him or him or him or him, at least right now it's not. I won't say "someday" because I know you hate it. And I won't say "the right guy" because I know you hate it. But sooner or later, you'll know. And you'll be happy. And until then, hold on for the ride. Because right now, it's you.