A Letter From About Four Years Ago

Dear Current Me, It has been four years. 126,144,000 seconds. Of breathing. And existing. And living. Between me, writing this message and you receiving it. You're thirteen right now. Well I'm thirteen. You're seventeen. Seventeen. It sounds so far away now. Like a distant place, or something in legends. I've always felt like I'm growing up slowly. But in a way, that is a good thing. I'd imagine. School is frustrating. Exhausting. The pressure is so crushing. To get straight A's. Perfect attendance. And the teachers are-- not doing their job well. Balancing volleyball and school is harder than I thought. The girls on A Team are terrifying. And what makes it worse is that I like a girl on my team... Yay. Bi (I think) introvert-ness I need your advice. What do I do? I can't flirt! I can barely talk to people, much less look cool doing it! She's my friend too, and the only person on A Team that's even been any kind of nice to me. She's in GT, smart, and pretty, and popular. It's impossible. So I've resorted to burying my feelings once again. Yay. Well enough of my problems. What's up with you? Are you still playing volleyball? What are you looking to study? Do you have an s/o? Are they pretty and/or hot?? Or maybe not.... Unless it's her... I've been having nightmares about spiked drinks at parties and kidnapping. It's horrifying. It's a weird realization when you get older. Like, holy heck, I'm almost legally an adult. In about a year you can go to real jail :00 Scarry. Anyways Toodles Hope your mental health doesn't suck like mine!! Well yours. Now. Oh well, whatever. <33