Live, as much as you can. Run faster, jump higher and smile brighter.
Stay out talking the night away until the sun rises. Drink a beer and a vodka cruiser and spent the remaining night puking (five times) in your friend's toilet bowl. Make friends with the people you're doing the bush dance with. They turn out to be one of the best groups of people you ever had the chance to meet. Watch the final episodes of Grey's Anatomy Season 6. It will frigging blow your mind.
If you ever think that you're ready to fall for someone, just so you know.. you're not. Love is suppose to make you feel good. Love isn't suppose to let you down and make you feel insignificant. Mend a withering friendship. It turns out you'll always have someone out there concerned about your emotional tweets and random outbursts. Never go to Corretto's at 11pm when they're about to close. It's not you, the pasta really does taste wonky.
Make the choices you want to make. Don't get suckered in by other people, because they won't bother to do the same for you. Get angry and throw your emotions away by downing some shots. Whoever said that alcohol doesn't cure negativity is an idiot. Your alcohol tolerance WILL increase after the disastrous experience but.. don't test it. Tell your parents you love them.
Friends come and friends will go. You'll go boy-crazy for a period of time but it'll pass. You will start sprouting out staggering amounts of white hair so if you can, take a chill pill. You'll make decisions that you'll regret and often smack yourself over the head. You'll face disappointment. It's time for you to realize that there will always be people out there who are better than you in so many ways.
Most importantly, forgive yourself. So your foolishness caused someone else's pain. So you did badly for your EPM assignment. So you took a huge step and got burnt. The sun is gonna shine, the rain is gonna fall. In the end you might get burnt or wet but that's life. So dance in the puddles and bathe in the sun because at the end of the day, it'll be alright.
With much love,
Future Self.
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