Sorry, me

Dear FutureMe, I'm sorry. I've been writing quite a few of those future letters since I've found the website, and have admonished you, told you what to do, guilt-tripped you, and generally been my usual ass and inconsiderate self. So here you go. I'm sorry. About that, but also about being such a coward, a lame lazy-ass, and making you have to deal with my mistakes. I'm sorry I don't have a job or any money, I'm sorry I lost touch with all my friends, I'm sorry I never went back to school, I'm sorry I didn't pick a creative or useful hobby stick with it. I'm even a bit sorry I dropped out of college without even really trying, even tough we both know we hated it furiously and would probably never have lasted long enough to get a diplom out of it. I should still have tried harder, and I'm sorry. I hope you figured it out, and made the best of the mess I left you in. I'll try and stop giving you advice I'm least qualified to be giving. You're probably a lot wiser than I am, and you probably don't need it. Please take good care of us, and don't be too mad at me. You probably don't remember now, but we had it hard, in the sense that living never came easy to us, and the transition to adulthood was so freakin hard. If you really resent me, take a deep breath and let it go. It's not good for you, and I'm sure no matter how much I've changed, I don't want to be that bitter, jaded old lady who mourns her childhood and missed opportunities for the rest of her life. You're not that old! You could still achieve everything you set your mind to! Want to go back to school? Want to be a nanny? Reconnect with friends and family? DO IT! I love you. I'm sorry I made your life so difficult.