Dear 18 year old me,
I know you’ve had a sucky birthday. I know you’re not getting your driver’s license this year. I know your best friend didn’t wish you until 7 pm. I know you had champagne and it didn’t taste like the stars. I know you didn’t get any gifts. I know day after is your English paper.
But you know, 4 months from now you’re going to meet a boy who you’re going to go on dates with to cafes and bookstores and old libraries. Who you’re going to exchange not just email letters with but also handwritten ones. He’s not going to be abusive and he will be a feminist.
6 months from now you will be starting college at the place you’ve dreamed of ever since you entered high school. Everybody is going to be super impressed by how smart you must have been to get in and you’re going to check this one off your bucket list.
But dear 18 year old me, also know that 7 months after you meet this boy, he’s going to want to be ‘just friends’. And that 1 month after starting college you will be crying about how much you hate this place and how you made the wrong choice.
It will hurt and you will cry and you will regret it all but 2 years later you will be having hour long conversations with him because friendship was indeed the right fit for the two of you. And you’re going to proudly be wearing your college sweatshirt and spending most of your time in the college cafeteria eating the best food.
Both your best friends will ditch you when you need them the most but that will help you become your own person. You’re way more reliable and way more considerate than those two could ever be even combined.
So dear 18 year old me, sadness and joy don’t alternate in predetermined schedules but are erratic and unpredictable and will catch you off guard but they always, always come in a pair.
So you may be disappointed with the champagne and the lack of friends and gifts on your birthday, but you have a lot coming your way and tequila and choosing yourself is the better choice anyway.
Love,
Soon to be 21 year old you.
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