A letter to my grown up self

[People write letters to their past self in an attempt to be more cautious and productive, to tell them to avoid certain mistakes. I'm writing a letter to my future self -- a justification for being a bum -- so that he may not put such crap to me.]

I wish to tell you, Mr. Saheel,
Before you call me names
What made me, your youth,
Available for your blames.

Desires galore yet I am
Humbled by sloth
I want you not to pity
"Your efforts were froth!"

I'll give no excuses
For time I lost
But lessons of life
Come at great cost

Games to play
And groups to spam
Books to read
And oh! Animes! Damn!

"Inconsequential drags, they are.
Don't you understand?!"
But they helped you reach the place
Where now you proudly stand.

I am not so perfect, Sir,
To grasp without mistakes
The wisdom that you flaunt
Came after several retakes

So let me flirt
Laugh less, more cry
So let me sin
Learn less, more try

Because once I'm you
There won't be time
And the immaturity
To commit crime