(I posted this last week on my Tumblr -did you know I have a Tumblr? Just asking- and then I thought it belongs here)

Next month, I'm going to be 30 and I thought it was about time to send a letter to my 15-year-old self.

Dear 15-year-old self,

I know you like to say you don't understand a single word of English, but we both know that's bullshit; so try to focus for five minutes and read, this is important.

Stop trying so hard with people at school, really, they don't deserve any of the attention they're getting from you. It's time to stop feeling bad about those ass holes.
School is not that bad, except for your school mates, religion class and the mandatory church on Wednesday.
Read. I know the stuff that bloody Spanish teacher makes you read is awful, but please, keep reading.
Don't you dare to feel embarrassed about the things you like, embrace your weirdness.
Keep running away from that psychologist, she's from the fucking Opus Dei and they're fucking scary.
People say being introverted is bad, don't believe them. I'm still trying to deal with it but… it's not that bad, y'know?
Don't trust people blindly and, please, try to speak your mind; I know it's hard but sometimes is very necessary, it could save you a lot of problems.
Stay strong, you're an atheist, you know that and you don't need no stinky defence; science is fucking amazing.
Maybe you should begin to plan for the future, you need to decide what you want to do with your life and so maybe our 45 year old future self won't have to write us about it in 15 years.
Keep drawing, stay silly, don't over-think stuff, focus and stop being lazy.

Cheers,

-Your (almost) 30-year-old self.