Dear Past Me NOW ASK ME ONE WENCH
Thanks for the love, Roomie :P
Dear Past Me,
For the love of god, you will never be as cool as you think you are. That ratted up hair looked horrible on you, as did the way-too-heavy eyeliner, thank you for figuring that out. But never take the pictures down because they're funny. Don't fall for the first idiot that glances your way because he won't be good enough for you and he isn't worth your time. And don't ever drink Aristocrat or Mr. Boston unless you want a really horrific hangover. Your family is important, but never rely on them to hard, because let's be real your instability had to come from somewhere. It's okay to relapse, and it's okay to be happy, just remember where you came from so you appreciate the ups a little more before the inevitable downs return. And please, please, please, learn what you're worth. No one else is gonna follow you around telling you you're beautiful and intelligent and good enough, so you have to tell yourself. And learn that it's true. And start now, when you're a kid. When that first asshole kid made fun of you when you were 5 or 6 for being "too smart", don't cry about it, get angry. Be angry that people think they can treat you as less because of your brain, or size, or height, or face, or anything. Don't be sad, fight back. Demand that they treat you as an equal, because you will never be any less than them.
Wooooooo that got weird and rant-like. Angst angst angst don't make me think about my past
