Letter to the 16 year old me.


DEAR 16 year old self,
   
       
      Am the much more bigger, wiser you from the future, listen to
mum when she says clean your room and do the dishes, don't date Collin white, there is no sweet kisses and romantic dinners down that road, he will break your heart and crush your beautiful spirit, that economics 215 class
you are planning to skip would do you a lot of good and save you so much library stress later in life.
     
           Hey girl, relate more with people, the right kind of people, it's helps you carry on healthy conversations later in life, you would have made sky rocketing SAT scores if only you worked harder and left those novels and movies nesting on the shelf, don't follow Brenda to the opening night of "twilight" that's where all your troubles started.
      
           I would know because right now I am crushed under all the bad decisions you made at that turning point of your life, i wish i had seen the future, i may had done things a little bit different, what will you do differently, take a step back and write your letter to your 16 year old self. 

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