The Hipster Brigade
Tuesday, December 02, 2003
 
i come to you from the future

Dear Diana,

Hey, snap out of it. You are not the most important person in the world. Remember, your friends are being patient with you and you are lucky. Also, Andy does not like you and that is okay. There will be plenty of boys, if you wait. Please, remember that you are very beautiful and that you don’t need validation from anyone else. It’s alright to be scared to do things, but in the long run you will be much better for them. I hate to tell you this, but Mom is always right. She is looking out for you, even if you don’t think she is. It is best not to argue with someone as wise as Mom. It will save you a lot of grief.

It is very hard being a teenager and it’s okay to be moody, everyone else is, too. You have to understand that there are a lot of people out there that are not as genuine as yourself. You cannot trust everyone, even if you would like to. Once, you know who your real friends are, then you will rule the world. Everything will not start to come together till much later, but take what you have now and use it wisely. You are a smart girl, you know this. Stop calling yourself stupid and useless. That is so far from the truth.

It’s okay to be the quiet one, the shy one. It gives you more time to sit and observe people. You will use this later in your writing. Do not listen to people that say you will not write, because you will. You might not be famous, but that is not why you do it. You do it, because you don’t know any other way to be. It’s just a part of you. It feels really great when someone compliments you, but there will not always be someone there to do that. Someone there to pat your back, and sometimes you have to be that person.

It’s okay to be alone sometimes. No one says you have to fit in with everyone else or look like everyone else. All those faces you see everyday, even the smiling ones, are insecure. Use that and remember it well. Everyone else is just like you. They just show it in a different way. Just do things the best you know how and try to live up to your own expectations, and sometimes you have to push yourself to work harder.

It’s okay that you don’t know what you want to do with yourself. No one has it all together and the ones that seem like they do, well they are lying. You probably just don’t see them suffering. Please use the talents you do have though. You have many of them. When people compliment you, don’t brush them off. They mean it and it’s the truth.

I think that it’s best to remember that this is just a phase. Also, you should stick with those piano lessons, because you will be very thankful for them in the future. You might even be able to play keyboards in a really kick ass band, and you would really like that. But there is nothing wrong with playing tambourine or maracas, if that is really what you want to do.

Most importantly, stop being so serious. Have some fun. Being so tragic just gets old.

Love,
Diana
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