This story is like a character writing a letter to their future self. Every chapter is a new character. This is Gaara.

Every Chapter will have an emotion[s] to go along with it. This one would be bitter. Maybe you agree, maybe not. I had an opposing idea where Gaara's past self was grateful, but just worked better. It's actually more of the demon influenced Gaara, than his child self. Kinda poetic, I guess, but not really.

It's kinda sad, so beware.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, nor Gaara's past life.

R&R please!

Please read this SLOWLY like it's meant to be. When it skips a line, pause. when it bolds, he's screaming.

It's best that way.

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Sincerely You

Gaara

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Gaara,

Do you remember me?

...No?

That's a shame.

I had hopes that I could be civil with this.

You've changed.

Everyday you change.

Becoming a new person, adopting a new way of thinking.

You have new friends, new experiences, a new life.

But what happens to me?

What happens to the past selves you leave behind?

You don't care, do you?

You are loved, you are remembered, you don't need your past.

You are Gaara, the most 'powerful shinobi in the sand'.

You have siblings, friends, and that apprentice of yours.

CURSE THAT FOX DEMON.

You get to be perfect.

But what am I?

I am you, but you aren't me.

So where do I go?

You get to move on,
always moving,
always changing,
always going ahead,
ALWAYS RUNNING FROM ME.

...now, now, there's no need to get violent..

We can handle without getting so upset.

But it's not like you care.

You betrayed me.

You deserted me and left me to rot in the farthest reaches of your body.

Never thought of, nor remembered.

I will never see the new day, forever repressed past the point of no return.

I will never come back. You don't want me back.

Maybe you are better off without me. You might be happy now, you might have loved ones.

But you LEFT me to ROT.

I am FORGOTTEN, drowned by the decaying horror you packed into the deepest crevice of Hell.

You have cost my life.

IT'S YOUR FAULT.

WHAT HAPPENED TO OUR GOALS?

OUR EXISTENCE?

WHY HAVE YOU BETRAYED WHO YOU WERE?

WHO.

YOU.

ARE.

Who WE are.

Who we SHOULD be.

What we used to be.

...what I was...

Now...

I am nothing...

...and it's all your fault.

It's all your fault.