I recently read a book where 75 celebrities wrote a letter to their younger selves. It was touching, humorous and inspiring. So, here goes nothing:
Dear 16-year-old me, you are going to regret that whole goth phase you are going through.
Dear 16-year-old me, Lighten up. You don't need to be so moody to be taken seriously.
Dear 16-year-old me, that boy sitting next to you in lunch you are crazy for? Yeah, you are still head over heels for him years later. You are trying to move on. I'll let you know how it goes.
Dear 16-year-old me, you should probably study a little harder.
Dear 16-year-old me, Good Charlotte? Really? I know you have better music taste than that!
Dear 16-year-old me, you are not going to find what you are looking for in vodka, tequila, rum or whatever else you can drink. You will, however, find your self-respect going down the toilet along with everything else you drank that night.
Dear 16-year-old me, it will all be alright.
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