I know that right now you're obsessed with not fitting in. You're not an athlete---definitely not---and you aren't willing to kiss any butt, so you're not part of the "in" crowd. Your fondness of wearing overalls and baggy shirts makes you the object of ridicule. Get used to it. You won't fit in as an adult, either, and when you're 40 or 50, people will still make fun of you, although it will probably then be done behind your back...snarky, unsaid comments about your fondness (now) for Crocs, and the baggy, sloppy shirts are still hanging around.
At this age--15--you are crazy about a boy. Your very existence ebbs and flows with the ties between the two of you. So much angst and anguish! You will find, in the next three or four decades, that a 15-year old boy is about as trainable as the 45-year old version. Resign yourself to the fact that it is impossible to beat them into becoming civilized creatures. Enjoy them when possible, ignore their clumsy blunderings, and count yourself fortunate that your gender doesn't feel it necessary to constantly scratch and readjust...
As a teenager, your sarcastic sense of humor gets you into trouble. By the time you are in your 50's, your size 11 feet will fit into your mouth quite nicely. Figure that barbed remarks and self-denigrating comments are a permanent part of your DNA.
I'm hoping that this note will make these rough teenaged years a bit easier to survive. Relax--as much as possible--and realize that your youth is something to be savored. Now, you can eat a whole bowl of ice cream right before you flop into bed, and your ribs are still visible. By the time you enter the 21st century, all you have to do is contemplate ice cream, and your cellulite starts mating with your wrinkles. Maybe you should slow down now and try to get rid of that chocolate monkey on your back?
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And as a final note...You're a terror now. A wild child. You are the reason your mother has to dye her hair and why your father is losing his hair. As crazy as it sounds, your parents will have the last laugh. Because someday, you will have a daughter and a son. And the havoc they wreak will increase exponentially...