Hello! Hi! Hey! I cannot believe that you are here, reading this letter that twelve year old you wrote. Remember that time? When you loved blogging, books and writing? I bet that writing will never have changed; are song lyrics still popping into your head at the most random and irritating moments?
What is high school like? Is it anything of what I thought it was going to be? I hope it was; I'm so excited for it at the mo, I don't want it to let me down.
I hope I'm doing what I always dreamed to do, even if I don't know what it is at the moment. But if I look inside of myself deep enough, and try to imagine what I want to do, then surely I will find the perfect career for myself. Just remember about the journalist/author dream, 'kay?
Try as I might, I can't imagine of what advice to give you to keep on going. That's because I haven't even met you yet, and I don't know when I will! Just keep on being.. You. Unique. Just like I said in that other blog post you're cringing at. I never really did have a knack for words, did I?
If I can tell you anything, though, then be who you truly believe you are.. And keep on buying op shop combat boots.
Love from your former self,