A letter from January 4th, 2014

YO HOMESLICE. So Lexi told you about this today (hey Lexi! If you're reading this I hope you're well and you're not crying over these again) so it seemed fitting to give it a go. Right now you're 26 (EWWWWW), living with the folks (in between ESL gigs), and pretty sure your going to Korea for a year. Yeah, yeah. This is the Hell Year you talked about with Bobby. You're going to do this, and then you're going to have lots of money and (hopefully) be thinner and have all the talents a stuff and do something complete UNRELATED to teaching small children for the rest of your life. It's going to be righteous. I guess, I want you to remember your symbols that you learned and how to use those to your advantage. Don't forget about them, they're your safety blanket and they'll help you. Don't be too hard on yourself either. Life's a bitch and then you die, so don't sweat it if you aren't as amazeballs as you thought you'd be. Keep doing your best. Don't ever talk to Lee again. Never. That kid's a d-bag and you know he is. GURL! Don't let people treat you like that (with any luck you'll read this and exclaim "Well of course not!") and don't be afraid to tell people what you really feel. Be a little more careless with other people's feelings when it comes to how they treat you and how it affects you. Their happiness is not more important than yours. With any luck you're not pregnant, not poor, and not riddled with veneral disease. You've got some assets now, and something worth fighting for. I hope you're still writting. I hope you never stop. Ok. This is getting cheesy future me. I'm not impressed. Check out your old blogs- laugh at how bad they are. Say hello to the people mentioned in this letter- but not Sarah or Lee unless they've earned it. I hope you're good. If you're not good, don't be afraid to spice shit up. You love you (I love you? I love me?). xo