Far be it from me to make light of the gravity of your teen tragedy. I know full well how easily one can drown in the fathomless shallows. Adolescence is a one act drama, over very soon, and I'll not bother to raise a lectern on this stage you're on, this stage you're in. You're only reading the lines written for you, cast against type into this requiem chorus, trying not to laugh. You are girlish and boyish exuberance thrilled to explore these dark, adult themes. Unrequited love and betrayal. Infidelity and lust. Playing with cellophane fire. Cutting yourself with safety scissors.
Four-hundred bucks and five hours and you can buy a new personality at the local mall. Save up your allowance and you might become more interesting, more acceptable, more unqiue. It's okay, really. Every child afforded the luxury plays with the world before getting serious about it. There is no shame in your exploration. Be and be and be. Change and change and change. Laugh and laugh and cry and laugh. One day you'll look reality unblinking in the eyes, ready for love and hate and sorrow and joy, having pretend been there a thousand times before.
Hello, friends. How are you today?
Later. Love.
