A Letter to Sixteen Year Old Me
Dear Sixteen Year Old Me, I know life is awful. You are unpopular and often ridiculed. People say things like "high school is the best time of your life" and you worry that if this is the best then what hell is going to happen next. You are berated and picked on for your looks, your interests, even your work ethic. The boys you like never like you back. You work long hours after work, which almost saves you from having to explain having no social life. Sometimes even against your nature, you cry before school because it's such a misery to you. You won't believe it, but in the years to come, this will be a small blip in your rear view mirror. You will grow and thrive in adult situations, having been prepared for this throughout your childhood. You will leave high school a capable person, academically accomplished but also with a practical knowledge about the world that will give you peace of mind. You are counting the days until school is over, but your e