A letter from Oct 13th, 2021

Hey Wren, It's me, your 17 year old self. Right now I'm tired. I had my second vaccine yesterday and I'm recording with the band tomorrow. I don't know where you'll be in five years - maybe living in Denmark with Carla? World famous with your band? Doing some boring 9-5 office job living in Shotover country? Right now though I'm just about to start your last term at highschool and I'm heartbroken. Everything that is going on with Elke is so confusing and I want it to be ok but I don't know how it's going to turn out. I feel like I don't deserve to love anyone ever again and I feel like I will never love anyone as much as I did them. Are you still friends? Please don't forget how they made you feel, while it's easier it doesn't teach you anything. To be honest I think that this will look like such a small thing by the time you read this. Being 17 is weird, I have these massive highs and even bigger lows, I feel like my head is exploding and that I want to scream all the time. I can't sleep and I'm afraid of the wind. Do things get better? Some advice in case you forget it - remember how good making things, reading things, and going on walks makes you feel. Scream into a gorge once in a while if you can and cry openly. Everything will be ok and if it isn't then **** off to Switzerland. I love you more than anyone else in this world and you deserve the best. I hope you find someone who loves you for who you are, and if you are with them now tell them that I love them. Is Wilbert ok? I want a hug. Lots of love, Wren