Dear Thirteen Year Old Me,

Tomorrow is the first day of what you used to look forward to and dread at the same time.

With all of your experience, you thought you could do it.

You thought wrong.

Singing wasn't something for you other than for fun.

I guess it's due to the fact that you didn't reach out or when you did, you didn't get the help that you very much needed.

In a few years, you will go back to the competition and submit for some writing categories.

You were foolish at that time too, but let's not focus on that one.

Truth is, you were never meant for the stage.

You were never meant for what you dream to be.

There were other plans.

You will be the person that you needed but never received.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry for the heartbreak that you will feel for the rest of your life.

You were never meant for the competitive world.

Just be you. The you that I know you are.

You will have the time of your life just being you and being present in the moment.

Years later, you will raise someone from the ground up.

I will let you know how to turns out, in the meantime, don't put other people's choices/mistakes on you.

You did nothing wrong.

3/6/19.