You can read the letter to my 16-year old self here.
Where do I even start with you? You’re a literal mess and still about boys ruling your life. I know… you don’t purposely do this. If only time travel existed and I could go back in time and shout at you for getting in a relationship so quickly. In fact if I owned a DeLorean or a TARDIS, Lord knows I would travel so far back to save you. At the same time, there’s all that lesson learnt and shit and you have to learn from your mistakes and you grow from them, blah blah blah. Whatever.
If you had the self awareness (I saaaaaay that, but it’s a bit hit and miss sometimes) that you do now then you wouldn’t have wasted your first year of university with a guy who dumps you because you decided to go for a great opportunity and study in China. Boys ain’t sHIT, girl. They still ain’t sHIT.
My advice for you would be to get out there and enjoy the independence you have now gained. You attended an all-girls school for most of your life, so I get it – you’re socially awkward when it comes to boys and so you got all googly eyed at the first guy who showed interest in you. I get it. (You still sort of get like that now – not as bad, but yeah) I really do want you to go out and make new friends, though.
Go and join that creative writing club. Go out every single week and get fucking wasted. Attend lectures with the most hanging hangover you could manage. Meet boys and kiss them, but don’t fall in love. Live on Chinese takeout and waste your student loan on useless things from IKEA. Most of all, make the most of your first year of university. At least when you get back from China, Mutay started her first year. What a life saver.
Nevertheless, I love your big head. You’re a stupid big head, but I love you. If you and I met, I’d probably knock you out but that’ll never happen, so you’re lucky.
PS. What the fuck were you thinking in attempting to move in with that doofus? He ends up losing your deposit, FFS. You’re a moron. Love you, though.