A Letter to my 18-year old self

You can read the letter to my 16-year old self here.

Dear Chynna,

Where do I even start with you? You’re a literal mess and still about boys ruling your life. I know… you don’t purposely do this. If only time travel existed and I could go back in time and shout at you for getting in a relationship so quickly. In fact if I owned a DeLorean or a TARDIS, Lord knows I would travel so far back to save you. At the same time, there’s all that lesson learnt and shit and you have to learn from your mistakes and you grow from them, blah blah blah. Whatever.

If you had the self awareness (I saaaaaay that, but it’s a bit hit and miss sometimes) that you do now then you wouldn’t have wasted your first year of university with a guy who dumps you because you decided to go for a great opportunity and study in China. Boys ain’t sHIT, girl. They still ain’t sHIT.

My advice for you would be to get out there and enjoy the independence you have now gained. You attended an all-girls school for most of your life, so I get it – you’re socially awkward when it comes to boys and so you got all googly eyed at the first guy who showed interest in you. I get it. (You still sort of get like that now – not as bad, but yeah) I really do want you to go out and make new friends, though.

Go and join that creative writing club. Go out every single week and get fucking wasted. Attend lectures with the most hanging hangover you could manage. Meet boys and kiss them, but don’t fall in love. Live on Chinese takeout and waste your student loan on useless things from IKEA. Most of all, make the most of your first year of university. At least when you get back from China, Mutay started her first year. What a life saver.

SEE ALSO:  Girls are confusing creatures.

Nevertheless, I love your big head. You’re a stupid big head, but I love you. If you and I met, I’d probably knock you out but that’ll never happen, so you’re lucky.

C x

PS. What the fuck were you thinking in attempting to move in with that doofus? He ends up losing your deposit, FFS. You’re a moron. Love you, though.

 

7 Comments

  1. December 21, 2016 / 10:50 pm

    Hahaha I love your attitude. I was 18 so long ago!!! What was I doing! I guess the same stuff is going through your head thinking about you at that age too. It sounds like you should have partied more. Tell you what, I should have partied more too. πŸ˜›

    I remember writing β€œnotes to my sixteen-year-old self” but I never did one for any ages after that haha. 😎 Maybe I should. πŸ˜„

  2. December 22, 2016 / 9:53 am

    I think this has to be my favourite blog post of this month haha! I really enjoyed reading it – it’s a great idea and I think if I were to write a letter to my 16 or 18-year-old self it would be on similar terms to you. Boys ain’t SHIT! And yes, they still ruin my life haha!

    I should’ve partied more in my first year but good thing I still have one more year left to catch eh? I say that but it is my final year so probably not πŸ˜›

    “spending your student loan on IKEA” SO RELATBLE HAHAHAHAHA! Every. Single. Time.

  3. December 22, 2016 / 10:55 pm

    I don’t know what I’d write to my younger self…but I enjoyed reading this!

  4. December 24, 2016 / 7:11 am

    I think I followed you when you were 18! I remembered you going to China for uni and blogging about your adventures. Hey, this experience made you a tough woman and who needs that tool? You’re kicking ass now and ruling the world with your foodie adventures ;). This makes me wonder what I’d write to my 18 year old self.. More in the lines of, “Ok, stop panicking. You’ll be fine!!!”

  5. December 25, 2016 / 7:26 am

    AHAHAHAHA! I love the tone you set in this letter. It had me smiling and snortling like an idiot in the cafe I’m in XD I think it’s a fun (and insightful) letter. Good to know you’ve learnt from what had happened to you back then. Guys are definitely not the SHITE, so I’m glad your current self knows that. Seriously, though, that guy sounded like a major prick. You’re so better off without him! Like Nancy said, you’re kicking a lot of asses with all your amazing adventures, so woot!

    You know, I’ve not written any of these letters to myself. I wonder what sort of a letter I would write if I were to write one now? Hrm . . .

  6. December 26, 2016 / 10:01 am

    This is so brilliant. I love the way you have written it. πŸ’–

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