A letter from July 16th, 2013

Dear FutureMe, Hey. You're 18 now. Congratulations, you've made it! I'm so proud of you. I'm pretty sure this isn't the first email I've sent to my 18 year old self but oh well. You'd be right in the middle of year 12 exams, correct? You are THAT close to finishing, and what an achievement that is. I hope you've got a course all lined up. And are positive you can get into it. All I want is the best for you. Being sixteen has been SO average and I'm still obsessing over a boy who hasn't given you the time of day since January 2013. pls pls pls move on but don't forget about the pool table. Find a boy who will love you and is as insane as you are. I feel like my life won't start until I finish high school. Hopefully you have found that this is not the case and you are blossoming and realising your full potential. And PLEASE don't be like your dumb friends who go clubbing at ages 16 and 17 because they'll be pregnant by 20 and you'll be having the time of your life. HA. I've been quite sad for the past two years. It's been a difficult journey, and the bad days always seem to arrive at the worst times. I sincerely hope you have less bad days. I love love love love you. I personally cannot think of anyone I would call my best friend who loves me unconditionally and doesn't drive me up the wall, in a bad way. If you still don't have this person, remember I love you. I definitely don't act like it but I do. You're pretty bloody perfect Jules. (I reeeeaaalllyyy want that nickname to stick, but alas, it hasn't). Don't give bitches the time of day. Become a famous novelist and director and journalist and a million other things. Be great. Love Me.