A letter from the past

Dear FutureMe, Today is your 18th birthday. Wow. I can only hope you are suitably drunk by now, and passed your GCSE's and A-levels. I also hope you haven't become a bitch, although fun- you are surrounded by bitches at school every day, and hate their guts. Good luck at uni- and please, please dont go out with anyone studying maths. You know it makes sense. Love you loads, 14 year old you. P.S. Give my love to the cats. Whether its Blackie and Harold or some new bundle of fluff. P.P.S. Oh yeah, and Mum 'n Dad. Almost forgot.