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Hello, past me. I am you, but now eighteen. I wanted to tell you All of the things you have to look forward to, And the things you will dread. You will move away from our old home. You will lose friends like Jenah, who was there all along but you lost touch somewhere in the middle. You will watch your best friend begin the transition of his life. It'll be confusing, and you will question yourself, but when you fully understand the word transgender and genderqueer you will find yourself again. You will be heartbroken. By both boys and girls. You will get torn down each time. But you will build yourself back up. You will start smoking. But it helps you stop harming. Nana will pass when you start high school. But you will battle through it. Olivia will go off to the military. You'll talk to her every few months. You won't talk to Kyra, or Chris, or Richele. You will break Madi's heart. But you will graduate high school. You will see the mackinac bridge, and Washington DC and start to drive. You will make new friends online and in person, and you will be an honorary aunt. You will meet a little boy by the name of Chase who will literally save your life. It gets better. I promise. Love, Your 18 year old self.
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Aug 27, 2016
Aug 27, 2016 at 9:40 PM UTC
A Letter To 6th Grade Me
Hello, past me. I am you, but now eighteen. I wanted to tell you All of the things you have to look forward to, And the things you will dread. You will move away from our old home. You will lose friends like Jenah, who was there all along but you lost touch somewhere in the middle. You will watch your best friend begin the transition of his life. It'll be confusing, and you will question yourself, but when you fully understand the word transgender and genderqueer you will find yourself again. You will be heartbroken. By both boys and girls. You will get torn down each time. But you will build yourself back up. You will start smoking. But it helps you stop harming. Nana will pass when you start high school. But you will battle through it. Olivia will go off to the military. You'll talk to her every few months. You won't talk to Kyra, or Chris, or Richele. You will break Madi's heart. But you will graduate high school. You will see the mackinac bridge, and Washington DC and start to drive. You will make new friends online and in person, and you will be an honorary aunt. You will meet a little boy by the name of Chase who will literally save your life. It gets better. I promise. Love, Your 18 year old self.
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Aug 27, 2016
Aug 27, 2016 at 9:40 PM UTC
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