something to honk about
This is going to be anticlimactic, y’all, because I don’t really have anything to tell my 16 year old self. I mean, I could be all cliche and warn myself to stay away from troubles that I now know that I got into or reassure myself that everything works out fine and my young self needn’t fret about it. But why bother?
I mean, everything really does/did work out okay. So what if I could send a letter back in time to myself and I somehow changed something and fucked it all up. Wouldn’t that be a damn shame? Yes, I think so. I guess there’s also a chance I could change things for the better. But why take the risk?
When I think back on the ‘mistakes’ I’ve made so many come to mind. But those experiences are an integral part of who I have become. I am myself. I don’t think I would want to take that away.
I broke laws, I broke cars, I broke at least one heart, that I know of. I took drugs, I took risks, I took at least one boy’s virginity. I saw sunrises, I saw sunsets, I saw stars.