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Note To My 10-Years-Younger Self

If I could rewind time, I mean REALLY am permitted to go back in time and find my 10-years-younger self, what would I say to Well, turns out, I have a lot to say to this person and the things that i tell her might change a thing or two.

For instance, I would tell her that too much coffee, like five cups of coffee without a drop of plain water, in the system is not good for health. I would tell her that dust mites do exist.

That drinking herself blind thinking that she looked better and felt better is an illusion.

That she is good enough. Or too good for that man. That she should just build some bloody self-esteem. That nobody can give it to her on a plate.

That she should stick to singing. And then write. That her music and songs are great the way they are.

That the purple dress looks horrible.

That she can cook. Try it.

That she should listen to her parents and other people's advice when it is dished out. They are gems and she should use them to her advantage.

That sacrificing herself and her pride for someone who behaves like a b@ast@rd is not worth it.

That doing charity work is fantastic. It doesn't always have to be about the money.

That she shouldn't cry over that guy. He has a receding hairline now.

That she should focus on having more fun...because when she gets to be my age, you have to fight for fun almost all the time.

That she can live without all those material things, stop wasting money and put them aside so that I can have more holidays.

But seriously, if I had the chance to rewind the hands of time, I don't think I will. Where's the fun in knowing everything, right?

p.s. But I might tell her that she should hook up with a programmer and come up with a site that lets other people post 140 characters to their followers. I think that's the one thing I will tell her.
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