“Dear Self, I know you’re crying out for help”

Dear Self, I know you’re crying out for help
So, I thought I’d write this letter, what are you now, like 12?
I know it seems like the pressure’s stuck on high
But I’ve come from your future to tell ya it’s fine
You need to worry less about how you are perceived
And focus a bit more on the things that you believe
‘Cause I know it seems like now you don’t have your place
But it will all fit together, trust me, it’s the case
So, get out there and do all the things you love
And don’t you dare sacrifice them just to look good, oh
Read some of those books sitting on the shelf
Drink in that knowledge, this is a letter to myself