Dear Teenage Self,

I know your feeling like you won’t make it. Like you’ve just fallen short of the finish line and you want to go home. That feeling, that you’ve got, where you don’t think people will miss you if your gone, as if your a background character of your own story.

I wanted to tell you now, that things really are lovely in the future. No more pain... well less of it anyway. And guess what? You do have a guy who loves you! Crazy right?

Just push a little bit further. You’ll make it.

Sincerely,

Future you x