Hi hun. It's me... You... Us. Can you leave the cider in the park with Nik for five minutes to read this? It will help. I promise. (Actually, call Nik over... He'll like this).
You will fall in love with many, many things, many, many times over. I have picked a couple to reassure you about. Pay attention.
Dear Me
Just a little advice from someone whose already been there.
High School:
I know it doesn't seem like it right now, but high school is a bunch
of bull and you WILL get through it. most of those assholes you know now won't matter in two years. and EVERY ONE of them is just as miserable and angry as you are, they're just better at hiding it. Facades are exhausting, so just BE YOURSELF.
High School:
I know it doesn't seem like it right now, but high school is a bunch
of bull and you WILL get through it. most of those assholes you know now won't matter in two years. and EVERY ONE of them is just as miserable and angry as you are, they're just better at hiding it. Facades are exhausting, so just BE YOURSELF.
Dear Me
You are 16 and at 6th form.
You’ve just broken up with Peter. Listen, you need to give yourself time to get over him. You think you are fine with it all, but he was a big part of your life and you need to adjust. You made the right choice don’t worry, but don’t start rushing about after any man. You make a bit of a fool of yourself, and you don’t really like any of these boys, you just want to be liked. But I promise you, you have to like yourself first. Also, when Deen comes along and you try and help him, he won’t appreciate it, so don’t bother.
You’ve just broken up with Peter. Listen, you need to give yourself time to get over him. You think you are fine with it all, but he was a big part of your life and you need to adjust. You made the right choice don’t worry, but don’t start rushing about after any man. You make a bit of a fool of yourself, and you don’t really like any of these boys, you just want to be liked. But I promise you, you have to like yourself first. Also, when Deen comes along and you try and help him, he won’t appreciate it, so don’t bother.
Dear Jane
Happy Birthday! Put down that man and get to grips with your education. Your exams are next month and if you are not careful they will be the end of your studies, you need to believe in your abilities more or you will be swept along with other peoples lives at the expense of your own.
Dear Me
Right know you are probably scribbling furiously in your diary about the latest parental drama to unfold. Your crazy Mother might as well have her head in the oven. Dad crying late at night thinking you won’t hear his broken heart over the dancer he left his miserable marriage for. Now she doesn’t want him anymore.
Dear Me
Wow, 16.
Working in a dress shop, earning money, going out with G and making friends. Sounds great. Mmm.
First thing, your beehive does not need to be 12 ins. high. Black PVC coat, micro-mini and white legging boots is a great look. Yes, really. In fact don't throw away any clothes for the next 10 years because, wait for it, you can sell them on a computer that fits into your bag when your 60 and they will be called “vintage”. I know, we called them old and threw them away after a few wearings, but now...
Working in a dress shop, earning money, going out with G and making friends. Sounds great. Mmm.
First thing, your beehive does not need to be 12 ins. high. Black PVC coat, micro-mini and white legging boots is a great look. Yes, really. In fact don't throw away any clothes for the next 10 years because, wait for it, you can sell them on a computer that fits into your bag when your 60 and they will be called “vintage”. I know, we called them old and threw them away after a few wearings, but now...
Dear Me
So the last few years have been a little difficult for you haven't they! Trying to pass exams, finding out who you are and finding out who you can trust. The best piece of advice I think I can give you which I have learnt over the last 2 years is to not worry so much about trying to fit in! Use your head and your heart, you know who your real friends are and they will help you through the next few months. I'm afraid you are going to struggle with depression for the next 4 or 5 months, it will seem like everyday you just can't see a way out but I know that if you put even more focus into helping others and you really push yourself to overcome your fears everything will be amazing!
Dear Me
Look at you, angry at your parents, your friends, your teachers. Thinking the world has let you down. You think everyone is being difficult but the truth is, you do need to study more, and think about boys less, (because believe me there is plenty of time for that).
You are beautiful but relatively short and a bit too thin. You feel awkwardness about your body, like the bits don’t really fit together. Try and enjoy what you have been given, because down the track you will grow into yourself and develop beautiful womanly curves which you won’t like either.
You are beautiful but relatively short and a bit too thin. You feel awkwardness about your body, like the bits don’t really fit together. Try and enjoy what you have been given, because down the track you will grow into yourself and develop beautiful womanly curves which you won’t like either.
Dear Geta
You have just finished high school and are looking forward with excitement and trepidation to going out into the big wide world and starting university.
During your first semester, treat it just like school. Be there most of the day. Don’t take on too much. Find a part-time job as soon as you can and save like hell. Don’t let your parents ever get their hands on your money. Never disadvantage yourself financially for the benefit of your parents or anyone else.
During your first semester, treat it just like school. Be there most of the day. Don’t take on too much. Find a part-time job as soon as you can and save like hell. Don’t let your parents ever get their hands on your money. Never disadvantage yourself financially for the benefit of your parents or anyone else.
Dear Me
Today, another spot. Bugger it!! And tomorrow, another audition. It seems like all I seem to be doing is going to go-see's. I'm sixteen, and I've been in show biz for a whole bloody year.
So, I audition for a play. In South Yarra, Melbourne, and it's called a Bunch of Ratbags.
That sounds like me. I have to read, cold read, this embarrassing monologue about pubic hair. Which I'm discovering in all the oddest places. Around my willy, balls. Wow. So I can relate.
But I don't get cast.
So, I audition for a play. In South Yarra, Melbourne, and it's called a Bunch of Ratbags.
That sounds like me. I have to read, cold read, this embarrassing monologue about pubic hair. Which I'm discovering in all the oddest places. Around my willy, balls. Wow. So I can relate.
But I don't get cast.
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