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Letter to my High-School Self
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Dear High-School me,
God, you're a bitch. You're not as grown-up as you think you are, with your Liberal Political Views and your "unique" fashion habits: wearing mismatched earrings isn't cool, it's kind of pathetic. You're so scared of being something normal that you lash out, trying to be crazy.
You're gonna grow up and still do it.
You aren't gonna grow out of that fear, kiddo: every night you look up at the stars and feel so small, so insignificant, and all you want to do is rise off this planet and run the fuck away but you can't, kiddo. You've got people to love and bills to pay and passions to discover. That feeling's not gonna go away, but stop letting it drive you crazy and use it to your advantage. School sucks, I know, but use that spare time to learn shit on your own (convincing your parents to home-school you seems like a good idea, but it never happens). You're gonna be working your ass off in college.
And yes, kiddo, you're going to college. They're right, you love it. Sorry. Go punch something if you need to make yourself feel better about that: You're wrong.
Pay attention in Latin. You'll need it later. Learn to read Russian-- it's called Cyrillic, the alphabet. For the love of god learn Hebrew before you graduate, too, because you WILL get lost on the West Bank, way past the signs with Roman lettering, and you'll have no idea where to go. Realise how much you love language.
And stop being a bitch. Seriously, just stop it. That guy you're in love with is gay, he's not in love with your best friend behind your back-- and once you figure that out, and why that hurts in a different way than you think it does, your life's gonna get a hell of a lot more complicated. Just wait til you go to college, kiddo, where you can buy the right clothes and get the right pronoun. There's a reason you hate being one of the girls. Come out about your gender while you still hate your dad-- it'll be impossible once you love him again.
And for the love of all that is good and interesting, stop being a bitch.
Sincerely,
The Older Bastard
God, you're a bitch. You're not as grown-up as you think you are, with your Liberal Political Views and your "unique" fashion habits: wearing mismatched earrings isn't cool, it's kind of pathetic. You're so scared of being something normal that you lash out, trying to be crazy.
You're gonna grow up and still do it.
You aren't gonna grow out of that fear, kiddo: every night you look up at the stars and feel so small, so insignificant, and all you want to do is rise off this planet and run the fuck away but you can't, kiddo. You've got people to love and bills to pay and passions to discover. That feeling's not gonna go away, but stop letting it drive you crazy and use it to your advantage. School sucks, I know, but use that spare time to learn shit on your own (convincing your parents to home-school you seems like a good idea, but it never happens). You're gonna be working your ass off in college.
And yes, kiddo, you're going to college. They're right, you love it. Sorry. Go punch something if you need to make yourself feel better about that: You're wrong.
Pay attention in Latin. You'll need it later. Learn to read Russian-- it's called Cyrillic, the alphabet. For the love of god learn Hebrew before you graduate, too, because you WILL get lost on the West Bank, way past the signs with Roman lettering, and you'll have no idea where to go. Realise how much you love language.
And stop being a bitch. Seriously, just stop it. That guy you're in love with is gay, he's not in love with your best friend behind your back-- and once you figure that out, and why that hurts in a different way than you think it does, your life's gonna get a hell of a lot more complicated. Just wait til you go to college, kiddo, where you can buy the right clothes and get the right pronoun. There's a reason you hate being one of the girls. Come out about your gender while you still hate your dad-- it'll be impossible once you love him again.
And for the love of all that is good and interesting, stop being a bitch.
Sincerely,
The Older Bastard
I was really tempted to just write this:
Dear High-School Me,
God, you're a bitch.
Sincerely,
The Older Bastard
Dear High-School Me,
God, you're a bitch.
Sincerely,
The Older Bastard
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I can't imagine you ever being a bitch.
That said, I love how you wrote this. It flows well and I can sense the passion. (Well, obviously it would be passionate considering its importance).
That said, I love how you wrote this. It flows well and I can sense the passion. (Well, obviously it would be passionate considering its importance).