Dear Future...

Dear future... I hope you have a book published. There were so many ideas in your head that in order for a missing clock time. I hope you're halfway college psychology or philosophy, I hope you love what are studying. I hope you have left home and who lives in the house you drew at 13, with one friend ... I hope you have finished drawing. I hope you love what you work and that it is not interfering in the studies. I hope you have "traveled the world" and if you still doing that thing, good luck. I hope to keep in touch with the asshole of piercing eyes that was always on your side. There are so many expectations for your tomorrow we can hardly hold myself to know what happens there. Write the past to the future is almost insane when you determine the time of each detail. And it's ironic, because your future depends on the actions of the person who is sitting at a computer typing. But life is ironic. She likes to play with feelings, all we have to do is ask for a shot (vodcka for sure), and breaking into a neighbor's house with swimming pool, summer is right? Or, enter crashed on a birthday party. Or simply dance. Alone anyway. Play as life, be merry and diverse. Books are not the only ones who can get you out of the ground. Incidentally, speaking off the ground ... You still have claustrophobia? Damn, you could barely walk elevator in the mall and was dizzy, and worst, could not talk because his family laugh. Tired of expectations and goals. Trace a path again today and another night, forget the stories he heard about "being someone in life," everything is money for your family, you are different. Or have you forgotten? Because if you forgot that you was damaged, forgotten its essence. Because that's what you were made, difference and determination. And if today is not what you want because of your family, I pity you. If not ... I'll leave you two questions. I would be proud of you if you find now? He was pleased with the response? O.B.S. I leave you also a requirement, no matter what happens / happened, maintain contact with the piercing eyes of the asshole, because he's been there for you, knowing the risk.