A letter from January 26th, 2015

Dear FutureMe, Hey there. Its now 2015, you are a junior in high school, and you've kinda given up with caring about things you once did. You've been hanging out with the wrong crowd, and just trying to "fit in" as much as possible by doing things you probably shouldn't be doing. Stop. Future me, dont be as stupid as your past. You're an ignorant 16 year old right now, just trying to figure out the world right now, i get that, but you are sucking at it. You're just trying to live a little and make the best of a teenage faze, but your grades are dropping and so are your friends. Please, be a better person. Fall in love, get married, travel the world, work your dream job of psychiatry to start helping those who need it, make a family, have a great life. You can do this. I hope by now you're over the depression and self harm. I know i left you with some pretty nasty scars, but i hope you can find someone to look past those. Well, i love you future me. Do great things.