Hello, it's me.

Dear ********. You just read the last FutureMe you sent to yourself (on February 29th nonetheless, cause you're an edgy ****). And you're in a kinda ****** mood. Cause that FutureMe was from a happier person, and it was sent to someone who decidedly wasn't. And that's gotta change, starting today. You need to focus on the positives instead of dwelling on the negatives. And look at all the positives there are to focus on. Despite physical distance, you're closer to all of your friends at Central. You've had stupidly late Skype calls with Ben every night for the last 3 days (and you swear, he's keeping you going.) Isaiah and you are still best friends through all the ****. Renz, Jay, Ilyssa, Christel and Maya have gotten closer if anything. You have next year's Honor Choir to look forward to, you're in MYVoice, PROMYS will be starting soon, and you got that **** Chamber A hoodie that you swear you will never take off again for the rest of your life. Like, it looks good AND it's comfortable. Can all *** people design that well? You've had a rough couple of months, for sure. Cried a bit more than was maybe healthy (or socially acceptable.) Did a few things you shouldn't have. Did one thing you REALLY shouldn't have. But it's behind you. You got through it. You finally started taking your own advice, and let your friends be to you the anchor you were for them. You let people in! You let your family in, and felt so much better for it. You're still a single pringle. That's a... work in progress. Oh well. And then, of course, there's the elephant in the room. There's that chance you'll move back to Central. And it feels so scary to type this knowing that by the time you get it, it'll either have happened or not. Regardless of the outcome, though, you know deep down, you'll survive. Not for lack of trying, though; this is quite literally the singular focal point of your grade 11 life. To crawl back to that high. And you know what, maybe you will. But if you don't, you WILL survive, because you have to. And now, if you've let yourself return to that ****** mental state, here's grade 11 you to slap a bit of sense into your ******** head. You're in the library, supposedly working on a Psychology project that's due in a week. (That, naturally, you haven't started yet.) You're surrounded by cold walls and fake people. And yet? You'll still thrive. Because you know who matters to you, and they're not here. So why should you let the actions of people who don't matter affect you? Buckle down and get to work, and don't ever, ever let yourself get swallowed by the negativity again, because you are so much better than that. Oh, and P.S. Lose some weight. Yours truly, You.