When you are fourteen years old, the boy you love will ask for sex for the first time.
Do not say yes, no matter how many times he asks.
You are not ready.
You will make you think less of yourself.
When you are sixteen years old, that same boy will raise his hand to you in anger.
Do not react to the sting of his slap against your cheek, do not cry.
Give him back the ring he gave you, and walk away.
Two weeks later, do not go back to him.
Do not go back, even when he cries and begs.
When you are eighteen years old, you will strongly consider swallowing too many pills.
Do not open the bottle, do not drown.
Take the rocks out of your pockets and step away from the lake.
You will see the dark clouds pass overhead.
When you are twenty years old, you will meet a boy who smells like whiskey.
Do not let him into your house, even though he is your friend.
He is a rapist.
You will find that out the hard way.
When you are twenty one years old, you will meet a man that rides a motorcycle.
When he asks you if you would like to ride on the back of it, do not hesitate.
Let him hold your hand, and when he tells you that he loves you, believe him.
You will never, ever regret it.