Do as I say, not as I do.

If only we could talk to our younger selves, what would we tell them? The girl I once was has long since passed, yet here you are, giving me a second chance to save the girl I could, and should have been. So, don't do it. Your eyes are filled with temptation, wonder at the possibilities that this small, plastic bag may open up to you. Well, let me tell you, there is nothing here for you. There is no elevation to the next realm, no supreme party, no magical cure. The only thing that you will find at the bottom of this bag when you have desperately ensured that it is indeed empty, is pain.

Of course, you ignore me as I too once did. And as I watch you hold back your hair to give it your first ever try, I pray that you will tell the girl who stands in your place five years from now, all that I have told you. And I pray that she listens.