Fuck you.

Dear Future Me, I'm pretty pissed at you right now, as I'm sure you can understand. My mind's always on you, and how to make sure you have a productive summer, and how you'll like it at Princeton, et fucking cetera. I've got responsibilities, Future Me. I've got issues to deal with in the here and now, namely a shitload of homework and scholarship applications and job hunting and preparing for the hellfire that is IB testing, and I don't need you dragging me down. Keep your neediness away from me. Consider us through until I'm you. - Past You