My Dear Teen Me letter is up today! It is surprisingly angsty (which my teenage years weren’t) and about FEEEEEEEEEEEELINGS, of all things. I tried to write about the bildungsroman, but eh.
Oh well. It’s kind of hard to write to your teenage self when you don’t have anything useful to say to her. I was a fairly well-adjusted and happy teen, and moreover, I knew I had it pretty good. I used to say to my parents that I’d never be a great writer because I didn’t have a shitty childhood. Happiness is boring, as they say.
Anyway, hope you enjoy it.