To The Girl I Was Ten Years Ago
To the girl I was ten years ago. I know you’ve had a rough year or two, you’ve moved again and you’re stuck in a place where you are anything but happy. I know you stare out of the window some nights, wishing you were on one of the planes you see. I know you are sad and I know it’s hard. But you’ll get through it. I know you are desperate to grow up. I know you want to move away and never look back. You've tried to run away but you can’t. But even though you are having a bad time right now, it’s not going to get better for a long time. It's going to get worse first. So, be a child while you can. If I could, I would warn you about so many things. Don't change yourself to be friends with people who make you feel bad. Don't go to the beach that Sunday. Tell Dad how you feel. Get the surgery. Plan what you want to do with your life at least a little bit more. Be honest with yourself and your therapists. Take care of yourself first. You matter, neve...