[Bucket]

Dear me,

You're only seventeen. You have a world of experiences out there that you still need to have. You have a lot left to learn, to see, to feel and to do. Feeling fed up and restless, acting like you've seen it all at such a young age is not on. You know that there's more out there. You're just too set in routine. You're too set in your ways. You do nothing with your life. You sit online and fester. You only really talk to people at college or through a computer screen. Whatever happened to a social life? Whatever happened to living loud, wild and free?

You need to pull your head out of your arse and start living. You're a miser, prematurely aging into a cynic. You should be enchanted with life and know that there's a better future out there for you, not hiding away, scared to spread your wings and soar. You're doing my head in with your bleak outlook on life, and starting tomorrow, I won't have it.

You're going to Dannii's birthday party tomorrow. Out of the thirty or so people going, you only know about five. This is going to pull you right out of your comfort zone, but you know what? You're going to go. You're going to let your hair down. You're going to party like you've never partied before. You're going to exude confidence, and by the end of the night, you will have a hand full of new friends.

Stop worrying about what others think of you. Fuck societies expectations of you. Be what you want to be, do what you want to do and fuck everyone that doesn't agree with you. As the saying goes, you only live once, so live each day like it's your last.

Chin up, chick. You can do this!

-Me.