Hello. Yes, you can't read this, because you no longer exist. This is something that makes me and, no doubt future-me as well, very happy. 'Why?' I hear you ask pathetically. Do I really have to explain it to you? You embarass us both. We are cool, intelligent and awesome people. You...try, we know you do, and that makes you a bit loveable, but when we look back at the old photos of you (not of us. No one as cool as present-me or future-me would wear...That...) we cannot help but feel embarrassed that we have all inhabited the same body.
Now, you have done some cool things. Going to Hawaii was good, although you didn't really get the 'beach clothes means no sleeves' thing. That's okay. Present-me still has a bit of an issue with the no-sleeves thing, but no doubt future-me will have it sorted. You also went to Japan. Nice work! You have also made some amazing friends who me and future-me get to have the pleasure of hanging out with, so thanks for that.
But why, oh why, did you never think in the slightest about clothes, and fashion and how to look pretty. Did you assume it happened naturally to some people and others it was a lost cause, so why try to bother? Actually, I know that you believed that. You also didn't know how to go about finding out how to put an outfit together or anything like that, so we can't hold that against you. Although surely even you must have realised that brushing your hair was more than just a luxury. Granted, you were pre-puberty, but still.
Also, the expressions you pull in photos? You are not a natural smiler. Little smiles were fine, but big smiles were never something you displayed on a regular basis unless there was a camera involved. Actually, it didn't help that you kind of knew smiling for cameras was uncomfortable and awkward, but the person with the camera always made you do so. I guess it's not really fair to blame that on you. You had practised small smiles in mirrors so you knew you wouldn't look like an idiot, but camera-people always bulldozed that plan and managed to make you look like you were terrified, or high.
Actually, when I think about it, I just feel kind of sorry for you, past-me. You get hated on a lot by present-me and future-me, but you were trying, and it's because you tried so hard, and every time you fell, you got up and carried on that me and future-me can reap the benefits. 'A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step' as the Chinese proverb says, and thanks to you making that step, me and future-me are not still sat at the start of the road whining about how far there is to go. We have the awesome friends you provided us. We have the grades you worked for. We have the cool memories and souveniers from the fun places you went to, and it's because of you that we finally get fashion, a little bit. So thank you, I guess. And sorry for hating on you so much. If we ever were to meet, I would give you a big hug and a crash course on appropriate clothes and how not to be terrified of talking to people. Of course, being so shy and scared of the world as you were, you would probably freak out. But it's better than the slap upside the head I was planning to give you before this letter.
Hugs =>.<=
Azurite/Hazel
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