A letter from April 1st, 2014

Dear FutureMe, This is in the time you were twelve, we found futureme.com through WTF fun facts. I know, it was hard around, we lived it of course. We worried about our hair, our looks, our weight and most of all the stretch marks. We were the worst at being a girl, like at all and couldn't help but think and cry over why couldn't I have been born to be Bradley Cole? Like dad and mom always wanted. I really hope those days dare over with, I really do. I hope we have finally sorted out life, and I know we will never be truly healed. Yet, I hope you as my future self can feel good about your looks and weight, and stay strong. I never thought I could but it isn't over for me on this day as I write this, I hope it is over for me when I re read this in the future, at least better than it used to be anyways. At least I love you, so I love myself, Your younger being. <3