Happy 20th birthday. And all.

Dearest Caroline, it's your twentieth birthday today and it might be time for you to take a look back and remember that once, three years and something ago, you have written an e-mail for your future self. Also, you have probably already forgotten all the shit that you wrote in the e-mail, and maybe, just maybe, you don't even remember that you were (are by the time this e-mail is written) a blogger. I hope that that is not true. Have you changed since you were sixteen? Have I changed since I was sixteen? I suppose the answer is yes. So let's see. By this day in your past, your biggest fear is failing a test, or, eventually, graduation, and your biggest desire is to find a girlfriend, lose weight and go to an Ed Sheeran concert. Hopefully, you have accomplished all of that. By this time, the job you dream about having the most, is being a screenwriter in the UK, or a museum guide in Italy. What is it when you're having your twentieth birthday? Are your dreams still the same? Have you finished the Italian course you were taking on Duolingo, or not? And are you even living in Czech Republic any more? When was the last time you saw Ruu? Or Tess? Mag, Anya? Are you still in touch with them? Have you started another facebook account? Another blog, maybe? Is the twenty-year-old me still a Whovian? Have I gone to college or was I like "fuck it, I'm getting a job and travelling the world"? I need all these questions answered. I seriously do. So please, do yourself a favor, and ANSWER those questions. Answer them publicly, because that's what bloggers, youtubers, all of those people do. And be honest to yourself. Myself. I don't even know which person to use - the first one, or the second one?