Wildhood
Feb 10, 2020
4 minutes
by jenny nicholls
“Dear, sweet, naive, 16-year-old me, You poor sap. I know you won’t believe any of this, but you should. How can I get it through your thick, acne-pocked skull? All the stupid things you are so worried about really aren’t very important at all. In fact, they are the opposite of important. What if I told you that all the ‘winners’ around you right now were actually the losers? Well, I just did tell you that, but you still won’t believe me because I’m an adult and 16-year-olds can never trust adults… all those ‘winners’ who appear at the top of their games and lives are indeed, just that: at their peaks! It’s all downhill
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