Dear Fifteen Year Old Me,
You are in for quite the year. People are going to die, which is going to feel like the end of the world. You’re going to realize that the reason things aren’t working with your boyfriend is because you like girls. But worst will be the downward spiral of depression and anxiety, when you’ll feel like you are close to ending it yourself. But when you’re at the darkest moments, I want you to think of this story I have for you.
Know this: you’re fucking cool. Listen. This is your massive ego shouting at you through time. You sit there in French class feeling so uncomfortable because you don’t know who knows That Thing and also all you can think about is how you’ll never be able to talk about dudes with That Straight Girl the way she does with That Other Straight Girl because you’re afraid of how other people will hate you. Kill this fear now. You can’t sacrifice your own mental health for the comfort level of others.
Huge thank you to our friends, The Mowgli’s, for their support and for this great playlist to ring in the weekend.