Trust me when I tell you that seventh grade is hard on everyone; you're not alone. It may seem like you have no friends, but it's imperative that you put yourself out there. You'll get invitations here and there. Take them. Don't wallow in your self pity as tempting as it may be. Crying yourself to sleep after spending a Friday night with your five year old sister instead of with people your own age is exhausting and gets really old really fast. I understand you're careful not to get too close to people, but sometimes you just need to let go and trust that if you trust others they might surprise you. I promise you make a lot of friends. You don't keep them all, but the ones that you do keep are gems. Truly. Be less obnoxious. You're engaging and fun, but sometimes you take things three steps too far. Reel it back in. Please. You're outgoing once you get to know people, but do your best to be outgoing with strangers. (But listen to your mom about the whole "don't take candy from strangers" thing.. she's right about that. There are some weird people out there... don't worry though you only get stalked once and nothing bad happens). My last piece of advice is to take more risks. You're a little high strung... not necessarily high maintenance, but you definitely need to take a chill pill. You get in these psycho moods where you feel the need to control everyone and everything. It's weird. Stop...NOW. People tend to like people who are more chill and cool. You are not one of those people (don't try to be one of those people), but maybe you can try to be like those people. You're going to make it out of Minnesota in one piece. Don't worry about that. The winters aren't too bad. Actually you're senior year there isn't even snow on Christmas! So listen up, braceface: trust more, take risks, and chill out. You listen to me, you'll be golden. Now get out there and live a little. Love, Yourself...
This blog started out as an assignment for my AP Composition class. We had weekly assignments (which I didn't always do). I dreaded it at first, but now I love it. It was once named WiLd AdV3NtUr3s WiTh M3 or some variation of that. I changed the name in order to have a fresh start. Wonderstruck is a word that I fell in love with because of Taylor Swift's song Enchanted. This blog now is my source of venting. Truly it will be an insight to the inner-workings of my brain. Lucky you!
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