Dear Seventeen-Year Old Me,
That 'weird' guy who keeps talking to you in Algebra actually turns out to be your future husband. Never say never.
-Sincerely, Older Me
Dear Young Me,
The scars will fade, but those who love you won't. Fight for him, he's willing to kiss those cuts better.
-Healed me
Dear Young Me,
Quit obsessing over him. Sure, his body is rockin, but he's kind of a goofball.
Also, you're going to be best friends with him in two years.
-FUTURE YOU
Dear Young Me,
Stay away from the drugs. And the redhead. Trust me.
-~your future self
Dear Young Me,
Stay away from the redhead. If you can't stay away, tread carefully. And when he hurts you, retain your dignity. Everything will be okay. There's someone very special waiting in line for you who will make you happier than he ever could. Trust me.
-~your future self
Dear Teenage self,
Stop thinking so critically. Stop judging before you know. Stop making choices that you know will hurt you eventually. You've broken hearts, in trying to make them whole. It's all fine. Just live your life for yourself, and let your light catch on other people; don't make it smother them.
-Signed, Still figuring it out
Dear Freshman-Year Me,
Save as much money as you can NOW! The rent for this apartment sucks.
-Signed, Broke As A Joke Me.