Dear 16 year-old Rebecca (though I believe at this time you are mostly called "Becca"),
First, let me start off with a few thank yous:
Thank you for having no documentation that could one day jeopardize a run for public office. No matter how sweet the drink deal was.
Thank for you ruining your taste for tequila for your early-twenty-year-old self. Nothing good ever happens from a night with tequila.
Thank you for reading and challening yourself to think critically about the world around you.
Thank you for the way you dress, the music you listen to, the movies you watch, the books you read, and your creative writing. I know you already know it, but you're a pretty cool kid!
Now, heed some words of advice, from your much older and wiser 20-something self:
It wouldn't kill you to turn off the Radiohead and have a conversation with your parents once in a while that didn't end in eye rolling and crying.
I know it's easy for you to walk away from challenging friendships and to hold on to unhealthy relationships. This should be the other way around.
You are not responsible for everyone's short-comings (not even some of your own). Take a deep breath and put things in perspective.
This one is really going to kill you, but: this too will pass. Just hang on to the moment and ride it out. You'll be alright, kid.
*This letter is inpsired by a "Letter to your 20-year-old self" but since that's kind of, like, now, I kicked the age down a bit.