Dear Teen Me: Don’t quit writing

Dear Teen Me:

When I look at you, just about to hit Grade 12, I think, who is that skinny kid? And right, the hair.

I’m going to try to put this in such a way that won’t make your trademark stubbornness (which got you through that nasty, soul-crushing period of self-doubt and depression in Grade 11) immediately shut your ears. Crap, I think I’ve blown it already.