Dear: My Teenage Self
There are some things you should know.
It’s a weird age this, isn’t it?
Fifteen, kind of caught between adulthood and youth, longing to be older but afraid of growing up.
I get it. How? Because I’m you, ten years on. 23 years old.
And a lot has changed, man. You wouldn’t believe the half of it if I told you. And I’m going…