Hey Christina, it's me from last year!

Dear FutureMe, I think you're finally over it now. Pat yourself on the back. Just so you know, I paused and patted myself on the back three times. Hahaha. You and Alex aren't talking right now. You finally got the COURAGE to stand up for yourself. Congratulations! Right now I feel a little down but I'm sure I will look back a year from now and think, "Gee! That truly was a sign of growth." Oh, don't get me wrong. I miss the old Alex very much. The one that sent that ridiculous e-mail. Hey! Remember how you sent MULTIPLE ridiculous e-mails? That's pretty lame of you. Right now I'm wondering if he got them, or even remembered... I don't know. I logged onto AIM this morning and he was on. But we didn't talk. It might be 'cause things are still a bit shaky between us. I won't lie. I want to be his friend. I want to be his friend really, really, bad. But there's no POSSIBLE way things can be the same. It's just too... tainted now. Anyway, Mel, Lindsay, Andrea, Brandy, and others are your best friends. They want what's best for you. Listen to your sister. She actually knows some shit. Your brothers can be annoying but they love you. Your mom yells a lot and will never calm the fuck down, but forgive her and love her anyway. Your dad will never grow up, try to learn from it. Oh, and hold on to your ideals with an iron fist. Nothing says "susceptible" like a gal who says one thing and then does something else the next day. For God's sake, bring your grades up. It's just not a good thing. How are you ever going to get out of here unless you do? Please don't get stuck in some white-collar office job. Please? You have so much more potential. LOVE YOURSELF, WOMAN! Uhm... Don't do drugs, don't drink, don't smoke. You know the deal. Try not to be so distant. It's not a good thing, either. KEEP WRITING. If only in your journal. You've become really good at it, so it can only get better. Brush your teeth twice a day. Try to stop drinking soda? Hah. Like that will happen. You don't need the internet... then again, if you are reading this, then I guess not much has changed in a year, huh? Happy New Year '09! Shit that's a lot of time that's gone by. I wonder what kind of shit I will be worried about then? OH SHIT. College essays and applications! How am I going to have time for a social life? I've pretty much dug myself a nice big hole to wallow on my lonesome in. Oh, you're turning 18 soon! Soon you'll no longer be able to be grounded... and you can move out... but will you be ready? Read more. I was supposed to end this 48905480459 paragraphs ago... but at this point, I just don't care. Also, you're a better person than you think you are. I know this because a friend of yours just IMed you and is ranting and you're actually listening. So I'm going to stop writing this now. I have a life to live. (stop reading this, you have a life to live) Love, Christina. (Me)