Dear Past Me,

Hi Lindsay, it’s Lindsay. Right now you’re 14 years old and about to start your freshman year of high school. Don’t stress about the last 2 years, because those girls are gone and will be nothing more then a flicker in everyone’s memories. I know it was stressful and you used to have panic attacks on the daily, but please remember: YOU ARE AMAZING! When you graduate and figure life out a little more, you will be 10 times the person that those girls were and will be. (Trust me, they all have babies now and no education!) 

I do have to say though, you are going to make some choices you will regret. First of all, when you kiss Derek for the first time, try to remember that he is just a stupid 16 year old boy (he doesn’t mean anything, and will be out of your life just as quickly as he came into it.) Secondly, DON’T PICK UP THOSE CIGARETTES! I know you are all about being a rebellious teenage girl and dying your hair black seemed like a good idea at the time, but you will still be smoking in 9 years and regretting it every day. I KNOW, it seems cool and you think you will quit whenever you want to, but you won’t. It will just get harder and harder every year, especially when you turn 21 and start drinking. 

Third of all, be nicer to mom. She tries so hard and she’s not out to make your life as miserable as it seems. She’s really just trying to make sure you don’t end up in a ditch somewhere, or other worst case scenarios. I know it seems like she’s all up in your business, but that’s her job! She’s not trying to embarrass you or kill your social life. She’s actually pretty cool once you graduate. Don’t worry, she knows a lot more then you think she does.

Oh, and one last thing, try harder in school. You will regret not doing everything possible to get yourself into a 4 year college. It turns out, we are going to be bartending at the age of 22, not graduating with a bachelor’s degree. Lucky for us it’s good money, but we still aren’t going to be satisfied with ourselves. Take the SAT, try harder in math class, and stop worrying about high school drama. Because seriously, that’s all it is, and it will end.

All in all Lindsay, don’t stress too much because in the end you actually turned out pretty cool (to most people ;] )

Love, 

Yourself

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