Dear myself, the day i sent this letter you were 17, about half way through your senior year of high school, you have a girlfriend that probably didnt last named Falyn Hicks, shes a sweetheart, your career choice was not determined but in your own mind the only option was to create/produce my own music, i hope that hasnt changed. Anyways im just gonna get this out of the way now, this list has probably grown by this point but please man, do not forget any of these people please, theyre special: Dan Sweet, Mackenzie Malloy, Allison Sautter, Christian Lanzi, Nathan Archer, Nathan Blair, Bradley Schulz, John McKeever, Mike Hall, Zarley Lapuc, Dara McLemore, Falyn Hicks, Sam Lancaster, Chashtin Hempel, Vicki Lyons, Bill Tucker, Myles Nelson, Jan Shwartz, man theres probably some more but if you cant remember them by now i suppose they werent that important. Now i have to say this, if you forgot about Djent then ive lost respect for myself, if you dont remember bands like Veil of Maya, Structures, Volumes, The Contortionist, Periphery, Animals as Leaders, Monuments, Uneven Structure, ABACABB, and non djent metal bands like Whitechapel, Born of Osiris, A Different Breed of Killer, Carnifex, Disfiguring the Goddess, or even Chelsea Grin then there is something wrong with myself. I had pretty much no cliche or group to relate to at this point in my life so i considered myself i little odd, thats probably still holding up pretty well haha. Oh well i guess the point of this thing is to remind you of what you stood for at this point and the immense feelings of bliss these people and music made you feel. If youve changed enough to not like these people or things, fuck you, change back, i may have taught myself to have no regret and follow my own ideas but god dammit this shit is too important to leave behind. Find a website that lets you do this future email thing and send another one to yourself. Good luck in the world and dont feel bad about any shit that you might have not finished yet, just remember to get things done haha.
Puffin til the day I die, Yourself.
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