Dear me at 17, I know you think you have it tough, but me at 23 had it tougher, yet I'm still here writing this to you.
If I were 17 again, I'd like to know that it's not the best time of my life, because every day I live can be the best day ever. I'd like to know that some of the friends I have are still there when I'm 23, but I also took some people for granted. To me at 17, when I was living my first love story, I'd like to say: you'll always love. Okay, maybe not him, there will be boys coming and leaving, but you'll always feel love. Younger me, know that you're never alone, you're always surrounded by people that care about you. Please, treat your parents better, they're the ones that will always have your back. Respect them more. Listen to them closely. Pick up that book and hundreds more. Have that tattoo, I assure you it won't become a regret. Go to that party and dance until you drop (but drink less, pretty please). Go to the seaside and take the smell of it with you. Love the forrest near your house and take a daily walk, kiss every tree that tells you a story.
Thank you for all the mistakes that you make, they are my greatest lessons.
Dear me at 17, I'm proud of you, please be proud of me. Please?