Ghosts Of Kursteh Past.

Okay, so I saw this WordPress Challenge where in 2 separate blog posts you write 2 letters- one to your past self, and one to your future self, both from your current self- and I thought, ‘why not?’  So I’m afraid you’re away to be subject to at least two more blog posts, whether you like it or not.  Now, the one to your past self, I believe, was meant to be one letter to who you were 10 years ago, but I’ve decided instead to write a series of shorter letters to various past Kirstys.

Dear 3 Year Old Kirsty,

You’re scared of heights, you will never be a tightrope walker.

Dear 8 Year Old Kirsty,

A single packet of Digestives is not enough food to sustain you for the rest of your life, and it doesn’t count as running away if you storm home 10 minutes later to find out why nobody has come out looking for you yet.  They could see you from the window you silly, silly girl.

Dear 9 Year Old Kirsty,

Trust me, you hate him now, but he’s the best thing that will ever happen to you.  That ugly little blob of fun sucking attention stealing baby is, believe it or not, going to be your best friend in a few years time.  He’ll save your life, and he has already started to make you a better person.  So don’t throw him out the window.

Dear 10 Year Old Kirsty,

Don’t do it, it won’t work. In fact nothing even happens so just don’t even bother trying.

Dear 11 Year Old Kirsty,

There are more important things in life than making the school quiz team.  It’s not like any of the rest of them would have listened to you anyway.

Dear 12 Year Old Kirsty,

Regardless of whether it starts out okay or not, these are away to become the worst 6 years of your life.  You were right, Academy sucks, but there’s nothing you can do about it, so just keep doing what you’re doing.  If you keep getting up and ploughing on, you’re actually setting yourself in good stead for a few years.  Just be very very careful what friends you make, because none of them really care.  Stick to who you know and you’ll do just fine.  OH, and when you come back and they’ve all fallen out, I know you’re upset but in the long run it actually turns out to be for the better!

Dear 13 Year Old Kirsty,

Don’t start.  Once you start, you will not be able to stop.  You might think that you can control it, but you really can’t.  You may think that you stop, but you never stop forever.

Dear 15 Year Old Kirsty,

Yes, Sri Lanka was a horrible and completely unenjoyable experience, but only at the time…you’re going to look back and see how wonderful it really was.  OH, and don’t stay by the pool at Yala when everybody else does.  Their sunburn will provide you with so much entertainment later on, and as the bearer of essential oils and aftersun you are going to make so many new friends, even if only temporarily.

Dear 16 Year Old Kirsty,

Exams are going to ruin your life. FACT.  They are all going to be a disaster and you’re never going to be happy. You might as well come to terms with it now, and save yourself some of the pain later on.  In fact, you probably should just drop out and save the school some money.

Dear 18 Year Old Kirsty,

Why the Hell are you sticking it out?  Get out of there now.  There is nothing wrong with a gap year.

Dear 19 Year Old Kirsty,

This is not “Just A Job For Christmas”.  You will still be in that Hell hole till the day you die, and actually things are going to get a heck of a lot worse.  It’s going to become unbearable but you’re never going to leave.

Dear 21 Year Old Kirsty,

Don’t listen to them, going back is going to be the best decision you ever made.  You’re going to love it, and for once you might have actually made the right choice.  You’re not going to fail this time, because that chip in your shoulder won’t let you.

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