Needless to say, this letter comes a little late for you.
I could tell you the standard, work hard, be yourself, don't obsess over your shitty friends or short lived crushes or the overwhelming sense of insecurity which followed you like a dark cloud since the age of ten.
But you're too young to understand all of that yet.
Instead, enjoy yourself. Be courageous and reckless. Run down the road in bare feet on hot summer days, enjoy the sensation of scalding tarmac and the lazy hum of the warm air.
Be kind.
Not just to others, but to yourself. So what if that boy tells you you're ugly, he's as gangly as a tree so he can't say much.
And no, you don't hate that girl. Trust me, its a fine line to tread.
Keep wearing jeans, wear trousers to school if you'd prefer, don't be afraid to experiment with how you look. Even if you do look like you've rolled straight out of a fruit bowl.
Look after mum, she needs you to understand her, if you grant her this and treat her with caution and patience, she will grow to understand you one day.
Get your hair cut, trust me. I know everyone else like long hair but its such a pain to brush through in the mornings, not to mention pin back in that nit-prevention pony tail which inevitably fails every time you get too close to someone scratching their head.
Keep reading, not just Alice in Wonderland or The Chronicles of Narnia or the fucking Bible (although I do love that apocalypse story) maybe try reading one of Churchill's memoirs. But keep in mind its essentially propaganda and everything you will be taught about the world is similarly, a lie.
Whatever happens, don't let yourself go. You don't have to be weird to be different, you don't have to be pretentious to be profound, and, most importantly, you don't have to listen to that Now 65 cd. The Beatles are much cooler.
I hope I am a person you would be proud to write about in your quirky fairy stories
Ru
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