Letter to my 13-year-old self

I remember the days I believe have shaped you, my dear 13 year old self. You were in high school. Isn’t this the place where long lasting personalities are set, due to raging hormones and peer induced positive and negative events? You were always the best friend, the social pleaser of little peers who fought over your friendship. Happy, bubbly and open, totally unselfconscious, stealing trinkets from home to give your favorite teachers.