Remember, you once told others to keep the sunshine and save you the rain. Always Endure. ♥

Dear FutureMe, Hello darling. You’ve graduated, hip-hip-hoorayyy! At least, you fucking better have missy and if not, well I am highly disappointed in myself right now. Hopefully, fingers-crossed, you got into the college of your choice (Penn State University Park, Harvard, Yale, Princeton?) Now remember, this is your last summer before college, don't fuck this shit up. I mean, you had better have some fun and do some shit you'll regret but keep your limits in mind. At this moment, when this letter was written, you wanted to study forensics and law, is that still the way it is? Now I really hope you don't have a kid already but for good measure I'd like to point out that her name had better be Georgia Marie (or Sydney-Lynn Alesana). Unless, of course, you had a boy, then his name had better be Samuel Mason (or Kenneth Ryan). Any who, are you single? Dating a nice fellow (or fella, for the ladies *winkwink*). When you're reading this, don't think you were a complete imbecile when you wrote this (on December 18th 2010 need I remind you), you did realize that fellow and fella both refer to people with penises however it sounded better than saying chick. (If you don't have a kid, are you still a virgin? If you do have a kid, are you like the modern virgin mary?) So I wonder if I ask who you have a crush on if you'll think of who you had a major crush on junior year. Do the names Cheyenne(still riding that yo-yo effect?) Amber (by any chance, did you pass Forward's class Junior year?) or Savannah (just a little crush, remember?) come to mind? Do they ring a bell? I wonder what it'll be like in 2012. How's mom? Dad? Chris? Mommom? Poppop? Toby? Are you still friends with Jeanine? Brittney? Tiffany? Did you ever start talking to Nichole again? Is this a bad time? Remember, deep down (deep deep deep deep deep deep deep down) I love you. I'll always love you. (And I'm not just saying that because you're me and I'm you and we're stuck with each other.) Are you still under five foot? Dear god I hope not. Still a fat ass (not to put you down but hey look at the picture of your past, I truly hope that's all behind you now.) Do you still use Tumblr? Is your URL still froggyflasher? How'd you do on your SATs? Have you ever done pot? Meth? I know it sounds bad but I kinda hope you have by now. I also quite curious as to when you last used the whole self-injure technique. What courses did you take Senior year? Right now I'm kinda routing for forensic science, AP english (how'd you do on that end of the year college test for AP psychology?) art I, everyday law and dual enrollment for english. Have you ever been stung by a bee yet? If so are you allergic? You had better have your license or that ghost of you past is going to wring your neck. Did you and Jeanine actually meet up with Moose and Kaylee in Lancaster? Find a good concert? Have a party in a hotel room? Trash it? Do you still despise the taste of beer (secretly, of course)? Did you take a nice Senior portrait? It had better be dazzling considering all your past school pictures. Ever get your first real job? Still babysit Jenny? Who was the class of 2012's valedictorian? Are they still predicting the end of the world to be this december? Did you ever tell mom that you're quite the gay? Well, now that I've written a fucking novel here (speaking of which, do you still write?)I think I'll stop. I mean, what good is it? All you're doing after all is thinking of pointless moments and answering your own questions. In conclusion I love you. You're beautiful in your very own way. Always do your best. Keep writing. Hold your head high. Yada yada yada, blah blah blah. Now go write yourself another futureme letter! Sincerely, Elizabeth Amanda♥ (Me)