A letter from November 30th, 2016

Dear FutureMe, I know how much can change in a year. Next year there is a chance I won't be able to read this but one shouldn't start with such negativity. I tend to reflect on last year's happenings because I don't want to fully live this year's ones. It's that simple math I've been refusing to make and I hope you don't feel the same way a year from now. I can only hope that your anxiety and self doubt would be minimalized if not diminished and you would be happy where you are, wherever you are. I have my dreams set up for you but I haven't got the slightest idea where it would bring you. But I wish you happiness. Because I am not so well on that, or I have forgotten how to recognize it as a natural state. I hope you have a magic or tragic love life, it's great both ways. Also, amazing sex is a must, wherever you lay your heart, okay? Never settle for anything less than harmony. You carry that sign on your shoulder. Remember to have fun in the meanwhile because I am just whining about how difficult choices are, and when I'm done with that fair share, you got nothing to complain about, bitch! Now go kiss your mum and dad and tell them you love them. Love, Past Me