Dear past me,

Stop strolling around on the same streets he once left you, vulnerable to pain. You need to gather every scattered part of yourself and need to move. I'm not saying where and when. But at some point, you need to move. Either to or from. Just move. Don't stick to the idea of pain. I've seen your naked emotions, and you've to cover them up with your sheer capacity to hide your pain. Leave every fucking thing behind and embark a new journey darling.