Dear teen self,

It’s ok to feel aching.

Aggravated, belittled, resentful, wounded, tender, let down.

It’s ok to feel unsettled.

Depressed, anxious, dismal, angry, chaotic.

It’s ok to feel inadequate.

Disordered, trapped, frustrated, paralyzed.

Dear teen self,

I don’t know how to help you. I’m so irritated you exist sometimes. Your desperateness is appalling and your anger is confusing. Your push-pull with people you love is chaotic. You are a disaster covered up in good grades and mediocre running.

Ugh, I want you to die.