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Why did you feel like you had to prove something to everyone? Innocence isn't bad you know. You were going to wait. But you were just so **** eager to prove your point. Perhaps a bit of it was spite. You felt over sheltered, so you overcompensated. You have bad hair and bad taste in boys. Still you shouldn't have broken up with him via text. Twice. Making the third time by phone call wasn't a bad idea. You have small ***** Get over it. Stop being so insecure. Do things by yourself. You’re prone to codependency and neediness is not a good look for you Invest in a pair of cute thigh highs. Delete your ****** blog. Get your eyebrows waxed (it doesn't hurt that bad). While I have your attention - **DON'T ******* FAIL CHEM!!!** You end up retaking it with the same teacher whose face resembles that of a rat. Enjoy being a social butterfly because it'll get old quick. Also beer is gross so you didn't miss much at parties. You'll grow into your skin.
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Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 9:12 PM UTC
letter to 16-year old me
Why did you feel like you had to prove something to everyone? Innocence isn't bad you know. You were going to wait. But you were just so **** eager to prove your point. Perhaps a bit of it was spite. You felt over sheltered, so you overcompensated. You have bad hair and bad taste in boys. Still you shouldn't have broken up with him via text. Twice. Making the third time by phone call wasn't a bad idea. You have small ***** Get over it. Stop being so insecure. Do things by yourself. You’re prone to codependency and neediness is not a good look for you Invest in a pair of cute thigh highs. Delete your ****** blog. Get your eyebrows waxed (it doesn't hurt that bad). While I have your attention - **DON'T ******* FAIL CHEM!!!** You end up retaking it with the same teacher whose face resembles that of a rat. Enjoy being a social butterfly because it'll get old quick. Also beer is gross so you didn't miss much at parties. You'll grow into your skin.
circa-1994
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Jamaican
Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 9:12 PM UTC
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