If I could write a letter

On how to do much better.

I’d start it off Dear Freshman Me,

Take a deep breath you’re just fourteen.

I know this all seems scary,

But please never stop caring.

You can handle all of this,

Even though your only wish

Is for all of it to be over

And to drive a sick Land Rover.

Then I’d write to sophomore me,

And say to myself “let him be.”

Just let it all out,

It’s ok to scream and shout.

Push yourself to pass the pacer,

You got this speed racer.

Life will get better as a junior,

People will appreciate your dark humor.

So dear junior me,

Set yourself free.

Keep loving yourself,

It makes a difference, it helps.

Keep making those doodles,

And stay away from chicken ramen noodles.

Only one more year left!

That skincare routine must be kept.

I know you will be stressed.

People will be unimpressed.

More often than not you will be a mess,

But I promise it will get better.

Take it from someone who made it,

From someone who is now eighteen.

You can do it.

Love, Senior me.