To My Freshman Self

Hey there, you little freshman; you shouldn't frown so much.
I know you're scared, but so am I.
You're a senior now, so look up; you've survived three years.
High school isn't as bad as you think it is.

In three years you've done amazing things.
You've recovered from your self harm.
You've gotten help for your disorders.
You've made friends, but you've also lost a few.
You've found the most perfect guy in the world; that little dork who confused the teacher who keeps writing two different names on each of his paper because he goes by both.
You've decided that you want to pursue writing
And if I continue to list them all, we'll be here all day.

So don't poke out that lip,
Even though you're a freshman, you'll survive.
Things will get rough, trust me, I know, but at the end of the day, you're one step closer to graduating.
You really should smile more often.

So imagine this now,
This June, I'll be walking across the stage to get my diploma;
You'll be walking across that stage in a red or white gown.
That dork, his family, and our family will be sitting in the stands cheering,
And afterwards, you'll take some wonderful pictures with your family and best friends.

Life and high school isn't as bad as you think, darling.
Your whole life is just a few steps in front of you.

Sincerely,
Your senior self