Nov 29, 2005 14:59
Hey Gwennie,
It’s me. You. Whatever.
It’s weird writing this because I feel like you’re doing a pretty good job being a kid, in your situation anyway. Don’t feel too guilty about killing people, you can’t really help it yet. Don’t let anyone call you names and don’t let them get away with it if they do.
Buy those leather pants when you’re thirteen. Trust me.
Kick your step brother in the nuts a couple times to get him off your case. He won’t tell on you, promise. Keep your room clean and your fingernails cleaner. Don’t straighten your hair like a ho, it looks stupid. Don’t buy into dolls, though, you never did.
Don’t obsess over that kid you killed or how many schools you got kicked out of. Things will work out and school is a joke anyway. Do throw that temper tantrum about finishing school. That’s a classic.
Read more, watch less T.V., remember birthdays, bet high, tip big, buy the best, eat more vegetables, push in your chair, make your bed, brush your hair and wash your face. Do it even though no one reminds you to.
Don’t let anyone tell you what to do, except me. You. You know.
Love,
You. Me. Whatever.