Dear Young Me,
There is no candy in that van. Seriously.
-Future You
Dear Young Me,
Wear a condom dude. Seriously.
-Future you (aka Dad)
Dear Young Me,
Why do you love him? He's thirty. You're sixteen. The fact that he's even interested is creepy. He hits you. He raped you. Just leave. Please. And break that nose he's so proud of on your way out.
-Wish I could go back.
Dear Young Me,
Fuck everything that moves.
-Older Me.
Dear Younger Me,
Being raped will not break you. It will get better.
-Stronger Me
Dear Young Me,
Don't date her. After two years, she decides she is straight.
-Guess it wasn't true love