Dear S,

I’ve never admitted this before, but i hate you. i hate how you made me feel so cynical about gay relationships. i hate how you said you love me and broke my heart. i hate how you made me waste so much time wondering. and most importantly, i hate myself because i never really love you anyway.

and you keep insisting that we’re not exclusive and even slept with my friend behind my back.  god, i was so naive back then.

Dear Teenage Self,
You’ve done almost everything right the first time round. I wouldn’t want to change anything about you. Well, maybe if you’ve taken better care of your skin and gained a couple of kilos, you would be fucking gorgeous now. maybe even a television host. trust me, you nearly became one.
Please do not attempt [...]