Don’t wait for anyone.

Dear little me,

Don’t be glad to hear from me. I really don’t have anything to say to you. I could tell you what’s to come. Hype you up or let you down gently but I’m afraid whatever story I might tell will be fiction. Because I honestly do not know how the hell I got here.

Wait, maybe there are two advices I could give you. One, please start watching TV. Maybe that way your friends won’t be able to tag you ‘childhoodless’ just because you haven’t watched more than two disney movies and don’t know that ‘Sam and Cat’ was a show with Ariana Grande in it. Two, please find a place so deep in your heart to keep some of your innocence such that even you might get lost trying to find it. At least that way you will know it still exists.

For your life will soon get as complicated as anyone’s life can get. You are going to worry and wish a lot. Innocence will be the least of your problems so will homework.

Anyone who says they care might not but it’s going to be fine. I’m kidding, it’s not going to be fine. But there are good parts too. Just keep growing and you might see for yourself.

Love,

A defaced you.

PS: I’m still waiting for the letter from a future me. I hope she likes me enough to warn me of what’s to come, like I like you enough to. And I hope she has at least some of what she wished for.

PPS: This letter is for you and only you. DO NOT SHOW ANYONE (yes, including mum brainy. Don’t be such a baby.)