Ahoy there, future meAhoy there, future self.
You probably found this letter whilst going through things to sell in a garage sale, or even moving out. You probably weren't expecting to be sitting down on your bed with a seedy smile on your face reading what your past thirteen year old self had once written, on that same bed you are sitting on. Do I need to go on? Or do you already know what I've written? Do I have to remind you what being a teenager was like, or do you already remember how insanely mind-boggling it is and it was that horrible that you will no matter what. Never, ever forget it?
Well, I'll start be reassuring a few things:
1. Don't stop loving Narwhals, they're awesome and if you have- shame on you. I'm disgusted.
2. You should chill out and have chocolate for breakfast. Because that's something adults don't do, and they should. It's the best feeling in the world. However since you being an adult.. you might have found other guilty pleasures. But I don't want to know. Or do