Dear Self at 15:
Life seemed hard. School, cheerleading, abuse, and not being able to drive. Trust life will get suckier next year at sixteen. Cruelty of life will play in after that. Smoking will come too and the drinking will get harder. The cutting will get worse. The cutting will get horrible. You will want to die soon.
Dear self now:
Congratulations for putting the cigarettes down, for really applying yourself to work and school. And for finding someone who loves you for you. Who doesn't care that you had a baby. Who doesn't care that you can't run a washing machine. Doesn't mind your fur babies.
You are doing so well. You are going to be married soon and have tiny ones all over and it's going to be amazing with the cookies and the glitter.
Dear Future self:
You deserve a cookie. Married 15 years now, not bad. Kids are growing like weeds and Frankie is still hanging in there. You look fantastic and still rocking the glitter I see. You are still doing marvelous things! Keep reading!
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