Dear younger self
You’ve turned 18
Reached the pinnacle of adulthood, right?
Here’s a rolled up newspaper
Make sure you whack those wolves hard
They mean business
Out for blood
Be wary of those that are familiar
They’ll stab you in the heart, far faster than strangers
Oh, and believe me, not everyone has your best interests in mind
You’ll learn that lesson with time
Good luck, it’s a wild jungle out there.