Dear 14 year old me, Thank you for not going through with it. Thank you for sucking it up, crying in your room, and not going through with it. Thank you for meeting people who changed your life, even if they rarely talk to you now, and not going through with it. Thank you for only having mom cry because you were crying because you failed a test and not going through with it.
I know 19 didn’t feel like anything special, but just know, that had you done it, our family would never have smiled on that day again. Know that things happen and the thoughts come back, but people do love you. People do care. And that makes everything worth it.
Love, 19 year old you. (Jeeze who thought we’d be on tumblr 5 years later.)
Hey girl I’m back. Dear 14 year old me, so this year… Holy shit I don’t even know where to begin. two things: holy shit we got into a four year college on the first try. And oh my god we’re dating our best friend and he’s the sweetest person ever. I need to thank you, for being brave for us. I can’t thank you enough for letting me make it to twenty. Sure shit kinda hit the fan and you broke down in front of the professor after turning in your final but whatever we got a B. Some people we thought cared about us kinda just disappeared, but some people we never thought we’d ever even get to meet became our best friends. You need to know that we’re moving out in a few weeks and I’m terrified, but it’s growing up. We’re here, we’ve made it past teenage years, there’s so much we can do. I’m so proud of everything we’ve done, I’m proud of you. Thank you, 14 year old me, for letting 19 year old me have the best year yet and letting 20 year old me have a chance. I’ll see you next year homeslice! -20 year old you (Jesus we’re still on this website??)
Hey girl, been a minute. It’s been seven years since the last time I reforged this. So let’s catch up and be grateful for things along the way, yeah?
Dear 14 year old me,
Thank you for not going through with it. Thank you to 21 year old me who didn’t go through with it. Thank you to 23 year old me who was mature enough to step away from a toxic group and go find real friends. Thank you to 24 year old me who got the courage to pursue some huge things and change our lives. 25 year old me for moving out, and with the love of our life. 26 brought us our wedding, a few funerals, a wonderful job, some layoffs, and our kitties (technically that last bit was 24/25 year old us).
So here’s to my little 14 year old self, you were the baddest bitch. I think you’d be so happy to see where we’re at. Like shit life is still hard but we’re still here. I want to keep going. So thank you little me, for being so strong and letting us get here. I wish I could give you the hug you deserved so I’ll give one to us now.
Happy 27th birthday, 14 year old me.
P.s. hey you remember how we said we’re dating our best friend? Yeah HE’S OUR HUSBAND NOW.
