A Letter to My Sixteen Year-Old Self

Oh, good heavens.

Dear Sixteen Year-Old Self,

The world’s got me dizzy again. You’d think after 23 years I’d be used to the spin. Just kidding! Not about the Bright Eyes part, you’ll still appreciate Conor Oberst’s lyrical talent well into your 20s, but good news!: You won’t be as contemplative, melodramatic, or as generally bummed out in 2012 as you are now. Anyway, mistakes are worth making in the name of growing up and having fun, but I’d be lying if I said there weren’t a few things I wish you knew back in 2005.

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