A letter to my 13 year old self

I know you were never one of those people who had the crazy need to turn 18.

Being an adult never seemed like the perfect life for you, maybe because you were always surround by broken adults. But you dreamed, dreamed that your almost 30yr old self would be fully independent, rich, married to a Backstreet Boy (Kevin, obviously) and would have twins.

You don't have any of that, and let me tell this is AWESOME. Well, ok, I would be cool to be really rich now and have constant vacations trips to England, but you are not independent, because that is not like life rolls. You depend on your loved ones for sentimental support, you depend on your job to get paid, you depend on the universe on,… basically everything. Your are not married to Kevin, and this is not awesome because he looks terrible (he looks great, to be honest), but because you have someone that is so much better. Because is not a made up person that you created a personality that matchs yours perfectly… He is real, he is here and he loves you. And he is good looking so, no issues here. And you don't have twinsm you have 2 cats. And let me tell, right now, life would be waaaay less fun if you had kids by 22 (yeah, great plans 13 me, having kids right after university). I don't hate kids, they just don't fit on my plans now. You 2 nieces (one blood and one heart) and that is quite enough for so.

So, basically, you are ok. Your ideal world was kinda crappy and your real one is way better.

Well done, me. Well done…