Dear Teenage Rachel-
Things aren't as bad as they seem. I know how alone you feel and how much pot you smoke, and really, you might not feel so alone if you didn't smoke so much pot and sleep so god-damn much. High school sucks, but life gets so much better. Go to your classes, and don't get caught making fun of a teacher who you think might be a tranny.
Put more effort into things. You may not have ever felt supported in anything you tried, but you are fully capable of becoming whoever you want to be. Don't quit ballet no matter how many times you have to ask someone's else mother to French braid your hair for a recital or beg your own parent's to attend. You're good at it and your passion for the art will never fade.
It turns out you really are so much smarter than you give yourself credit for. You're going to become a compassionate, warm, funny woman that has a lot to offer and a lot to learn.
Take things at face value. Listen to your gut. When men warn you about who they are on the first or second date, don't schedule a third. Be patient. You'll find the one.
Love,
Future Rachel
p.s. If you ever meet a quiet, dark haired girl in your college French class, pursue her friendship no matter how much she gives you the cold shoulder. You won't regret it.
This post is thanks to my friend Mona who took the Cafemom Writing Challenge.
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2 comments:
Oh... That was really sweet! I'm affraid that if I wrote to my teenage self I would only mess me up a little more : )
You are awesome, Future Rachel.
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