A letter from September 30th, 2014

Dear FutureMe, Nascentes Morimur. So make it count, okay? I hope you haven't just wasted away, though I doubt we ever would. I hope we find love, & if you have a guy right now I hope he treats you right. Remember what el jefe said to you all the time? Who knew we liked praise so much, being called a goddess without having it go to your head. Adoration for the other based on intellect, remember that and if you don't have it then get your arse up and go find it. I love you. We are gorgeous, in body and soul. Be humble for you are made of earth, be noble for you are made of stars. If you haven't already, go find the world that we were always looking for.