Tomorrow, I will read that book I’ve been meaning to read about the girl who broke up with the love of her life.
Tomorrow, I will sit down and open my textbook, so that tomorrow after tomorrow, I can look at my report card and smile down at a 100%.
Tomorrow, I will go to that one person in the other class to whom I haven’t talked to in ages, apart from corridor pleasantries, even though we were inseparable a year ago.
Tomorrow, I will volunteer for the debate competition, and I will speak without doubting myself.
Tomorrow, I will open all those halfway-ditched projects on coding, writing, sketching, singing, and so much more, and I won’t just wallow in my self-hatred.
Tomorrow, I will open Google, and my first search won’t be ‘sad emo quotes’.
Tomorrow, I will turn on my laptop, and watch that anime movie I’ve been really wanting to watch, without feeling guilty.
Tomorrow, I will listen to all those songs that make me happy.
Tomorrow, I will listen to the songs I once played while lying in the dark on top of a wet pillow, and I will smile.
Tomorrow, I will open the newspaper, and I will not have to force myself to look away from the article about another high school suicide.
Tomorrow, I will text my friends, and when I say, “I’m great, wbu?” I will mean it.
Tomorrow, I will climb off the school bus, and I won’t put my head down so nobody sees the dark circles that reveal my late-night melancholy.
Tomorrow, I will slip that letter I never got around to sending into the recipient’s life.
Tomorrow, I will run back to class from the cafeteria, not because I can’t stand having people see me eat lunch alone, but because I love the feel of the wind on my face.
Tomorrow, I will open Instagram, but I will not lie in self-pity. Instead, I will appreciate that social media is a small, inaccurate window into one’s life.
Tomorrow, I will wake up, and I will go wash my face, instead of staring at my wrists.
Tomorrow, I will smile when I pass my childhood favourite teacher, instead of hanging my head in shame and hoping she doesn’t notice what the boy who loved to be curious has become.
Tomorrow, I will be very sincere when I tell my mother, ‘I feel great this afternoon!’
Tomorrow, I will fulfill all the promises I made to my father, from going out for a jog with him to giving my 110% into everything I do.
Tomorrow, I will go to bed, but I won’t spend 3 hours thinking of how pathetic I have become.
I will love myself, tomorrow.