so you made it to be seventeen
here's what your fifteen year old self is currently thinking
that she loves her internet friends (i sincerely hope you still know and treasure anna, cake, sharda, mary, andrew and bone. i really do. they make you better.)
that she loves her irl friends and hopes that you've stayed in contact with them (lauren. ruby. jaymie. renata. jenn. jess. sophie. erin. adele, claire. rachel. dori. new new. laura. mad. alex. pip. evan. <3)
that you've maybe found new love, and gotten over your first crush and first crushing defeat by it. if you haven't, that's ok. i haven't either.
that she's surrounded by primary school nostalgia and the amount of photos is weirdly skewed more towards high school, wherein she did jack shit
that she wonders if you're safe
that she hopes you've never self-harmed
that she wonders if you've made any discoveries about yourself
and that she hopes you're happy.
happy fucking birthday, you treasure. i love you. i want you to live, and i hope that sentiment keeps carrying on.
i hope you've realised everything is going to be ok. i haven't, but maybe you will have.
also, congratulations on passing year twelve, you fucking psycho. i hope you got what you wanted, and what you deserve to get. i hope whatever you choose to do is perfect for you, and makes you get that awesome feeling in your gut like you're falling and excited about it.
dededos
germansingergirl
blakekathryn
baratheonpilled
izzy806
annaxmalina
theartofmadeline
yousharknotpass
