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Letter to My 16-Year-Old Self | George Watsky

Future you is just past you with new molecules, we shoot the old ones out follicles and hair is dead cells, so our faults get shed well, meaning our parts that are hard to adore get mopped up on the barber shop floor. In other words although you often don’t remember people’s names, or are at the center of attention at all the wrong times and spend, roughly, six hours a night on your side watching Boy Meets World reruns, you are capable of outgrowing that bullshit. I’m aware there is doubt, I don’t believe in hell, but I believe in my parent’s couch. You’re gonna get depressed sometimes, you’re gonna have weeks where you don’t feel like eating, where gravity is working overtime like it’s afraid of getting laid off, and you can barely lift your fork to your mouth, and you are going to have a choice. Do you wanna see this world as ugly, or beautiful?Wanna know what I think?
Well go fuck yourself! This is my poem and I think the universe is great.

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