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Life Begins In Seventh Grade.

Hey little me, it’s not the end of the world.

Sure, the only friends you had went to high school without you, but it doesn’t mean you should try your hardest to be anti-social. You will later regret ignoring all of the people who tried to help you.

By the way, just break up with Tate. You might think you are in love, but in two years from now he is going to rip your heart out and stomp on it until all the blood is out. So when you start getting second thoughts in February of ’08, follow your instict.

Also, when Mom and Chris talk about their hateful relationship, stay out of it. If you say what you want you’re gonna get slapped and shunned for the next four years. Mom already hates you, so just get over it and don’t make things worse for yourself.

Life in the future sucks, so don’t look forward to it. Stop making elaborate plans too. Everything you had set up falls through. Don’t smoke with Tyler, and definately don’t kiss Casey. You are so wreckless. Someday you will understand.

-Your older self.

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