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Weekends No Sea

Time, please send these words to the me in the past, in that exact life-changing time line. Make sure these words reach my eyes by all means, as an obvious warning, obvious enough to stop my foolish action. 

I'm sitting here, exhausted, hating you for bringing me all the way here. Don't go to the sea every weekend. Two trains, sitting, nine hours one direction, two buses. You know you hate the feeling of not having enough sleep, don't you? So exhausting that you don't know how to express that feeling in words, do you? Quit it, don't go there every weekend, your exhaustion is the universe trying to save you from your silly life-risking decision. Stop going there, please, you're going to hell, you shouldn't do it when it causes you that level of exhaustion. Go home, don't go there anymore. You always cut the connection, don't get blinded by all those numbers, glamour whatever. Your feeling is the only thing you should follow or pursue. Don't go there, stop immediately. Stay away from 169. This 169 will drag you into hell, another 169 with black-framed glasses will hit your mother to death. 

For god's sake, you don't feel well, don't hesitate, turn around and leave, don't look back. Trust your intuition, trust your body's reaction. 

Go somewhere you feel good, we live only once. If you feel good being alone, just stay alone, you matter, your feeling matter, love yourself.

I repeat again, keep in mind, be very cautious. DO NOT GO TO THE SEA ON WEEKENDS!!! 

Hey you in the past, listen to me carefully. I forbid you to go to the sea on weekends. Stay at home, spend that time with your mother, father, siblings. Make something delicious for your mother to try, chat more with her, hug her more, visit more places with her.
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