Dear Younger Me,

Love yourself and love the one you've got. You may think you hold the world in the palms of your hands, but it will slip through your fingers so fast.

But then I realized I had no words to describe the hopelessness in my gut.

When you're given a certain degree of power, it's almost immediately hard to imagine living without it.

You can tell yourself, 'I have more time, I don't need to do this yet, I have more time' - but one morning, you'll wake up and realize it's too late, you ran out of time, and you'll have no one to blame but yourself.

If you put it to paper, it becomes real. If you read it later, it becomes fresh. If you share it, it becomes education.

They say there is a method to our madness,
but what is reason without cause?

I'm not who I was yesterday, and tomorrow I won't be me.

Using a sesquipedalian is rarely polite, and never modest.

Compliments are insulting if they're counterfeit.

A friend will keep your words in confidence even if you don't ask them to, they will want the best for you and appreciate the best in you, and they will stand by you and speak out for you when it is most difficult.