DAY 22 (A letter to someone.)
I have been avoiding this challenge although I am not really sure why. I love letters. Anyway, today I came across the ‘Woman of Letters’ book, which is a wonderful project/ excuse to drink wine fashioned by none other than my favourite human in the writing-sphere: Miss Marieke Hardy. Look it up.
Anyway, inspired by the whole concept, I decided to write a letter to my fourteen/fifteen year old self: I was a very messed up, unhappy, confused teenager. I am pretty sure I have been able to turn my fuck-ups into pretty good learning curves, but whatever. I wish I had someone write me a letter then.
HEY TINY KATE-ANNA!
What is up? I thought I would write to basically tell you that THINGS ARE GOING TO BE OK. Things seem pretty shit now, I know. I know you are hurting more than you can say, from the bones in your feet to the top of your head. Your ears hurt and you are always cold. You should eat something. You should also brush your hair, it looks awful.
There are reasons you keep hurting yourself, and they are easier to solve than you think. Stop dating boys. This advice will fly right over your head, but you keep getting hurt, emotionally, and Kate-Anna, actually physically. You are trying to grow up way too fast. You don’t like boys and that is OK. You should tell someone. It will save you years of crying and hitting and screaming. There will be one exception. Do not take him for granted.
Don’t listen to what people you don’t know say about you on the internet. You are young and you are trusting and it is not worth the blood shed. You may never confront these people about what they did to you, and how badly it screwed some shit up, but one day you will be a motivational speaker for young people and you will tell them about what happened to you. It will be scary but it will help them through similar things. Don’t let these stupid people break you, don’t give up on high school because of them. You are a smart girl. Do not fail yourself. Don’t skip class as much maybe too. Actually do what you want, you will keep reading and keep learning and keep teaching, with or without maths class.
Well dude, I could probably tell yoiu a lot more, but I think you need to learn it for yourself. You will help other people with this stuff one day. Also you will go on a mother fucking cruise with Weezer and get those tattoos you want, so fuck everyone who is making you feel shit right now. Oh, and high five your brother. You would be much more of a drop kick without him.
PEACE OUT, DUDE. Love, Future Kate-Anna.
