"To the me who lives at some point in time and who isn't alone,
Once again, I made some mistakes, and also some progress. Meanwhile, I finally, but slowly, began to learn to rely on my friends. I was constantly afraid that everyone would blame me for dragging them into this, and that they would hate me, or be appalled at me, or get mad at me, and leave me...
But then I was told I had the wrong idea.
They were very mad at me. It hurt so much. Not that they hit me, but it really hurt.
I finally figured it out, but I can't pass this memory on to my next self.
Unfortunately, I'll lose my life yet again.
That's why I'm writing a letter.
Say thanks to England.
And tell them the truth. I'm sure they'll get mad, but it's not that they hate you or think you're a pain.
Why didn't you rely on your friends sooner? What are friends for?
That's what they told me, and that's what they're going to tell you too.
I'm sure I'll cry...and then...and then... Look around yourself"
~ Italy Veninciano (Feliciano Vargas)
