Dear the 24 years old me, from the (late) 22 years old me.

Things change.

I leave people.

People leave me.

Memories fade.

But hold on.

Prioritize yourself.

Your 22 years old self is now a part time student, a full time worker and currently socially comfortable with someone for a year and 5 months. You always go out when there's a free time. You suck at studies because you're lazy as heck. You have few friends and you're choosy when it comes to people. You've pushed away nice people. Your social anxiety is getting better. Your working life sucks as you don't see any career advancement in it. But you freaking hold on because you told yourself to focus on degree studies, which you actually don't focus on it at all.

Maigad.

Happy birthday, dear self.

From the 22 years old you.