Dear Teen MeDear Teen Me,Dear Teen Me2 years ago in Adult More Like This
Yes, you there.
You in the horn-rimmed glasses in your stupid millwheel hat. You knew you’d look totally dumb wearing that to a carnival party, didn’t you? And now you sit there hating the music, hating the people who dragged you there, hating your hair, your figure, your baggy tapered jeans and most of all your glasses. Yes, I know all that. I remember the whole damn evening, when they seemed to play nothing but Salt’n’Pepa, Rozalla and KLF. What did you think they’d play, Paul McCartney, or Elvis Costello? What did you expect the boys would do – would they suddenly notice you with that millwheel hat when they never noticed you before? I bet they noticed the hat, I’ll give you that. It's probably one of the things that makes them give you such a wide berth. Who’d snog someone who looks as if she’s ten? And be honest, do you really want to have someone shoving his tongue past your tonsils, the way they’re doing i
Dear Future Self,Dear Future Self,2 years ago in Teen More Like This
Dear Future Me,
I bet you weren't expecting a letter from your past self, were you?
Well, you probably were, considering we're the same person and
you'd have to know I was writing you a letter since you wrote it in the
past so I guess you know already what's in this letter, right? Do I even
need to write it? If I don't write it… will that set off a chain of events
that lead to the you who won't read this being someone completely different!?
I've watched 'Back to the Future' far too many times.
Well, I'm going to write it. I guess I can't offer you infinite insight
about your future since I'm writing forward as opposed to back, and I
don't know what the future is going to be like, but I want to reiterate
a couple of things for you that might be weathered by time.
Alrighty, for starters:
a) Zombies will always be awesome. Forever and always. Don't lose your love for the genre, buddy.
b) There's always time. When it comes to projects, the less of it you have, t
To My Future SelfTo my Future Self,To My Future Self2 years ago in Teen More Like This
Breathe. You must be thinking, seriously, my teen self is acting like an old fart of a teacher telling off overstressed kids, but seriously, breathe. Stop. Pause. Listen. It's your heart beating. It's telling you, I'm beating so damn hard, I might just kill you one day.
Okay, let's digest. There can only be two reasons for your heart to beat like that. One reason is because I wouldn't have changed- I would still be that overzealous, neurotic, depressed teenager with a penchant for word thieves, dream catchers and moment makers. The other reason would be just the opposite: it's beating with life, with purpose, with hope.
I hope you'll be that second person.
Because being that second person means being serenaded by Chopin in a boy's car, travelling down to Bondi Beach watching sculptures rear out of the sea and you're feeling like, maybe, love may finally find you at last. Being that second person means you just won't shut up talking to patrons
Dear Daddy's GirlDear Naive 15,Dear Daddy's Girl2 years ago in Adult More Like This
You're ignorant as Hell.
You dress in baggy blue jeans, wear an oversized hoodie every day, and never let your hair down. Students at school, and even your mom, think you're gay… and you don't even know.
All of your classmates blame you for a burn book that circulated after that Mean Girls movie. Everyone thinks you're a jealous bitch and secretly they mock you. How can you not see that?
Your teachers are all positive that you cut yourself and that you're always on drugs. Even now you have no idea why they ask you to take your jacket off during class. Could it be that you always wear long sleeves?
It's okay, sweetheart. I had to find out the hard way, too.
Right now you're probably wishing your dad was home. He's the only one that will read your stories and tell you how creative you are. You don't have to beg him to watch movies with you, and he'll listen to your favorite songs without calling you suicidal. Right now, living wi
Dear Teen MeDear Adolescent Self,Dear Teen Me2 years ago in Adult More Like This
I know, everything sucks and you don't want to hear from some lame-ass old person. Lame-ass old people try to tell you things like this all the time, but they're just stupid old people that can't possibly understand. You don't respect me because I'm not in a band, I don't have black hair, and I don't look awesome. I don't write screamey songs that speak to your weasley black soul, nor am I Tim Burton or Freddie Mercury. I get it, past self. I get it. Frankly, I don't want to hear things from me either most of the time. As lame as I may be, just hear me out for a minute.
There's this thing you should really, really try, and it's called being happy. No, I'm not high. Yes, this is really quite terrible and hokey. Shut up and stop judging me for a minute, I'm trying to help you, you little twonk. Also, start thinking of absurd insults now, it will help you in the long run.
As I was SAYING, you spend far too much time and effort on being miserable. Part of it is the ho
Dear You (Or, Alternatively, Me)Dear You (Or, Alternatively, Me) –Dear You (Or, Alternatively, Me)2 years ago in Teen More Like This
I worry about you sometimes.
I worry about how you are doing: who you are spending your time frolicking with, whether or not you have finally kissed someone, if you still get nervous easily. I worry about my friends in your time – are they still our friends? Or have you finally let them all go, or pushed them away, or left like we always dreamed of?
Sometimes I lay in bed in the late hours of the night, dreaming of your life. Do you remember? Do you remember staring at the dark ceiling so long it began turning red, tossing and turning, hoping and dreading what is to come? I wonder if the things I have done effect you as we have always worried they would; if they have broken you.
You see, the truth is – and I am certain you remember this about me – I fear you. I fear you like a lightning rod fears a thunderstorm. Do you remember why I fear you so? You do, don't you? Just as I shrink away from the possibility of becoming you, so you shrink
Dear Adult Me.Dear adult me,Dear Adult Me.2 years ago in Teen More Like This
I'm tucking this letter safely inside your favorite copy of 'The Dragonlance Series', where I'm sure you're going to find it. Page 241--your page. This book should be worn and weathered by now. I say 'should', because I'm frantically hoping that you're still reading it; because people change and you--we--are no exception.
So, dear future self, it's definitely been a while since I last thought of you. The truth is, I'm afraid to. All those hopeless and overly irrelevant dreams I have right now are probably just a fade memory in your mind. Some of them you probably accomplished. Some others you probably don't even remember; not that I blame you, you probably thought that those ambitions were too ridiculous to realize.
Did you finally manage to publish your book? This may sound funny to you, but right now, publishing our book sounds like an amazing and generally possible idea. Maybe, as time passed, the thought started becoming more and more untenable and, consequently, you
dear teen meDear Sarah,dear teen me2 years ago in Adult More Like This
Remember that time you tried to top yourself by hiding under the covers? That was hilarious. I remember you tugging at the edges of the blanket and praying, without a shred of scientific evidence, that the lack of oxygen would be enough to kill you. You sat under there for something like fifteen minutes before you gave up and went to make a sandwich. But while you were under there, choking a little on your pillow because you never washed your sheets, I remember you thought someone was watching. Someone who understood your suffering. Someone who understood you.
Kid, that was me. And I've got two words for you: man up. Life can get a whole lot harder than this. Before too much longer, it's going to. And by the time you get to my age, you're going to be glad.
Why were you
Dear Teen MeDear Teen Me2 years ago in Adult More Like This
Dear Teen Me,
You were an annoying brat and I'm glad I'm rid of you, and so is everyone else.
Dear Adult MeDear Adult me,Dear Adult Me2 years ago in Teen More Like This
Did you succeed in all those crazy plans you made? Every day I look at my to-do list and just say to myself "Not today." But what about you? Did you get off your lazy butt and actually do those things listed? Did you write those countless stories, play all of those amazing games, learn all the knowledge to satisfy you, listen to every song on those lists received, read every book suggested, and all the while still manage to do the chores at home and hang out with every friend?
There's so much I want to ask you, but there's nothing you can say. I want to know if the life I've made now will be the life I have forever. Some days it feels like that's true. Other days it feels like everything I've lived through is a lie.
Did you ever tell that guy how you really feel? That girl? Did you ever become a mother?
As our sister traversed life along side us, we both know the things she went through, and a refresh on her history only strengthens it more. It's scary to think that you
Dear Teen Ruby RoseDear Ruby,Dear Teen Ruby Rose2 years ago in Adult More Like This
I know you hate me calling you that. I know you'd rather I use one of the millions of aliases you've buried yourself under over the years, the way you used to hide under pillows or disappear into piles of leaves, or cover yourself in snow while the other kids made snow angels (because you didn't have wings - you're the abominable snowman).
You're still that little girl, as much as you disguise it - the only difference is that now you're hiding in words and clothes. I know what you're doing with all of that lace and the skirts and PVC. The way you wear provocative clothing so that people look at you and judge you by the threads, so you can always tell yourself that if they hate you, it's not you, it's just the clothes instead (you're not a coat-hanger or a mannequin, babe. You don't have to be afraid).
One day, you won't feel like you have to be someone else, or hide who you are. One day you won't whisper those nicknames over and over again to yourself like a mantra or some
Dear Teen MeDear Teen Me,Dear Teen Me2 years ago in Adult More Like This
Too often, we lean toward writing to the general audience. I've rewritten this very letter at least three times, and had to scrap it each time because it did not accomplish what it needs to accomplish. It needs to be a letter to you, not to every teenage girl in America. It needs to speak to your heart, your dreams, and your faults. It needs to be about you.
Since we were able to comprehend compassion, we've used it as a shield to avoid ourselves. We've sympathized with the plights of the starving in Asia, the trafficked in India, the raped and tortured in Sudan and Burma. We've given to the Red Cross on behalf of hurricane and earthquake victims. We've spent hours coaxing the mentally ill out of suicide, sometimes successfully, sometimes not. We've given everything we have trying to help others. And it is noble and just and right and selfless to the point of being unhealthy.
You are a person, too. You need time and attention and care and space just as much as the
Dear teen meDear teen me,Dear teen me2 years ago in Adult More Like This
I wish I could send this letter into the past somehow. I really do.
This letter is not meant to list all the good things that will happen in your life. It's meant to tell the truth in order to prepare you. I'm sorry.
Looking back, it's tempting to tell you where I made my mistakes. To say what I could've done different. But you and I both know you would follow my exact footsteps either way, mistakes or not. Even so, I will tell you these things because I have no one to say them to except for myself.
There will be bumps on the road, and you won't have an easy time getting over them by yourself. So please, please, don't be a fool like me and think you can handle everything alone. You can, and you will. I know that. But it's going to cause you problems. The sadness and emptiness inside you aren't going to go away. It's going to grow. You will become numb and it'll take hard work and time to open up a little bit again, even if that only means being honest to
TnM te amo asta la muerteEsta historia se trata de un chico y una chicaTnM te amo asta la muerte2 years ago in Teen More Like This
thom: te extrañe en la escuela hoy.Porque no estabas hay?
marie: si...tuve que ir al medico
thom: oh, en serio?.Porque?
marie: nada, nada ... solo unas revisiones anuales
marie: debo hacerte una pregunta...
thom: seguro, dime
marie: Cuanto me amas?
thom: sabes que te amo mas que nada en este mundo...
thom: por que preguntas?
thom: algo anda mal?
marie: no,nada ... ummm ... cuanto te importo?
thom: te daria el mundo en un latido si pudiese
marie: lo harias?
thom: si,lo haria!........ocurre algo malo?
marie: no,todo esta bien...
thom: ok...eso espero
marie: moririas por mi?
thom: recibiria una bala por ti,amor...
marie: de veras?
thom: siempre que fuera necesario...ocurre algo malo?
marie: no,estoy bien,estas bien,todo y todos estan bien...
marie: bueno...nos vemos en la escuela mañana,adios
thom: esta bi
Dear Teen MeDear Teen Me:Dear Teen Me2 years ago in Adult More Like This
You're in the hospital right now, curled up in a ball and wheezing in pain. The doctors have you on bed rest because every time you try to stand up the world goes black. You weigh just less than 90 pounds, and you haven't eaten in months. It's not because you don't want to eat; it's because keeping food down is like nailing Jell-O to the wall, impossible. You dry heave over a metal bed pan the nurse gave you, but nothing but this disgusting yellow and brown stuff ever comes up. The nurses tell you that the yellow stuff is bile and the brown stuff is blood.
They used to do tests on you every day. They would come in with their needles and poke you until they found a vein that hadn't yet been siphoned from yet. You have track marks on your arms from all the blood tests. They would bring you down to labs with giant machines and take x-rays and MRI's. They shoved a tube with a camera on it down your throat and through your digestive system to see if there were any abnormalitie
Dear Teen MeDear Teen Me ~Dear Teen Me2 years ago in Teen More Like This
You, with the bleu Sharpie pen.
Those ripped leggings are hugging your bones like another layer of skin. Werent you maintaining your weight? Oh, thats right. I remember now. You were spending some more time in that day hospital program. Philhaven. The depression had come back in a rush. It was overwhelming; a tide of uncertainty and anxiety, complete with a bow laced with self-loathing. It was wrapped around you like gauze and medical tape, all melted together as one hard cast. All that weight, Love, and you crashed. You fell under a suffocating blanket of hatred and were constantly shrouded by ribbons of past mistakes.
/Failure, failure, failure/
Those thoughts followed you around like a black dog with a limp, slow at times, but always there. Your friends turned their backs on you after that night. We decided that they werent friends, remember? But then there was something else to think about. Who /were/ your friends, then? The ones you had
Dear Teen MeDear teen me,Dear Teen Me2 years ago in Adult More Like This
I won´t ask you how you´re doing because I still remember very well. You´re sixteen now and ever so annoying as almost every teen is. You live with your father and his psychopathic girlfriend, who never loved her own children. You cry almost every night, hoping things will finally work out for you. That someday you will be happy. School sucks and you think you will always be alone because no one would love such an egoistic, annoying little brat like yourself. You don´t have a plan in life and your dreams for the future seem ridiculous and unlikely. You´re wearing cheap clothes and look just like you are: poor and miserable.
And there are so many things you don´t know yet. So many things you don´t want to accept. Like that our father loves you, but his women always a bit more. And that he´s very submissive to them, needing someone who tells him what to do. And of course our mother. I know you still worship her because you miss her so
Dear Teen MeDear Teen Me,Dear Teen Me2 years ago in Adult More Like This
It's been more than six years since we saw each other for the last time. I guess I should be asking then how are you holding up, but – honestly – let's skip that part. We've never been big on etiquette and rules of politeness, right? Best friends don't need that nonsense. Courtesy is used only to veil shallowness and our relations are anything but shallow. And besides, I know everything about you. Far more than you know about yourself. Well... To be honest, that's not an incredible feat. Poor you, always so clueless.
Let's take sexuality, for instance. I know that you've never paid much attention to this subject, but that's precisely the point. Remember how all of your female friends were dreaming about French kissing a hot guy, who would promise them a night of loving bliss, and you've always thought that love was all about gazing dreamily into each other's eyes, holding hands and snuggling on the couch? I feel sorry for you, life will very soon prove how hor
Dear Teen Me...You grew up too soon, your dandelion seeds sprouting weeds quickly, but that doesn't mean you know everything about life yet. Those feelings you've been wishing for? To be loved like coffee, like chocolate milk, like popcorn at the movie theater as the lights dim and people husssssssssh...around you? They're lurking, waiting to make their move. You can ignore them all you want, but first loves are a bitch and by the time that night is over, you'll already be infatuated with the sound of his voice, the tilt of his head, the dimples of his smile. You'll string him along for almost a year, never realizing that his puppy-dog eyes and his uncanny ability to find you even when you're running from him are more than an inherent annoyance. You'll push him away because he scares you...but the day will come when that changes. When the blinders on your heart will fall like chains and you'll see him with different eyes. You'll realize that he's obsessed with you in a way that makes your stoDear Teen Me...2 years ago in Adult More Like This
AnguishedDear teen me,Anguished2 years ago in Teen More Like This
First off, I hate you.
I HATE you.
You are despicable and you are vile. I wish you nothing but the anguish of nightmares and sad, sleepless nights. I hate you for what you've done, and I hate you for all the reasons why you've done it. I hate you for being so stupid as to thinking that building a wall would keep out the sadness. Because guess what? It didn't.
I hate you.
I hate YOU who crushed my dreams, and turned my skies from blue to gray. It was you who convinced me that daydreams were just a sad, pathetic excuse to escape reality, and ever since then, I've felt as if I were deaf in a hearing world.
You are despicable even in the eyes of the lowest.
I hate you!
I hope you've lived your life in complete and utter anguish . . . and then we'd be even! Because you've made my life a living hell. You are selfish
adult meDear adult meadult me2 years ago in Teen More Like This
I hope you will know that life is beautiful. I hope mom is better and your pain goes away. I hope you look at your scars and realize that you were lucky not have died. This will be buried in your purple jewelry box along with your poetry book. i hope you remember it and read this.Adult me i hope you have a better life than dad has. And i hope that you can think without crying.Dear adult me i hope you feel better about yourself.
Dear adult me i hope we are better when we are older. and we learn to control these dark waters that hurt us so badly right now