A letter from March 30th, 2018

Dear FutureMe, I love you baby girl. You are a remarkable phenomenal girl. You do whatever you put your mind to, or so I would like to believe. I wish I could have sent you think letter 3 years ago. But albeit, you know this now, and you have your whole life ahead of you. Less than a year ago, you were just down in the dumps. You had made mistakes. You were afraid of who you were, or at least who you were becoming. You have blossomed now. I wouldn't say I would have it no other way. Yet, I think that sometimes, it is important to close our eyes and just breathe. Let ourselves be reminded that we are fragile. This whole stardust stuff, that we are stardust and infinite and just perfect. It's so wrong. It doesn't allow people to grow and acknowledge that we are young and wild, and maybe a little stupid. We make decisions because we don't realize what living with some choices mean. Our children will also be reckless. I was so afraid. I was young and trusting, I wanted to believe in the world. Don't get me wrong, I do still believe in the miracles of this world, but human beings are just going in the wrong direction. We need to stop, slow down. You had to learn to cherish yourself, but not just love - respect yourself. We look up to these figures who we revere, and we forget that sacrifices are important. We never learn and we never become the stuff of fairy tales. We should be fairy tales, it isn't impossible to get to that perfect future for yourself. Just don't forget who you are while you get there. I hope all of your wishes and desires came true. Not because of magic, but because I know you'll work for it. For that work, you'll deserve it. Love you baby girl. Blackhoodie.