Literature
Dear Teen Me
Dear Ridiculous Teen Me,
Hey, you (or, as a matter of fact, me. Nice meeting again). So, before you start pestering me asking "who are you ?" and "what do you want from me ?" and confuse me, and no, I know for a fact you don't have the guts to call the police, you're too lazy :
How are you these days ? Which days are we actually speaking of, anyway ? The ones from high school, with quite a few jerks mocking you, when you find out friends are, actually, not so much friends as a bunch of guys ranging from useless (Why don't they answer you anymore ? Why are they ignoring you ? That part hurt, didn't it ?) to gratuitously cruel. All of them, t