A letter from December 27th, 2014

Dear FutureMe, I hope you've become a nurse or maybe even a doctor. I don't know why I'm writing this but it seems cool and kind of interesting. I don't know what I'll really want to become in life as of right now but when I read this again in the future, I hope I've done something good with my life. Is there still Instagram, Tumblr and YouTube? Is Maplestory still alive? Anyway, I was reading this book called Isla and the Happily Ever After. I haven't finished it yet but it's a good ending. I don't know why I like to read the endings of books. I still end up finishing the book completely anyway. The book centers around two people of the same age who barely know much about each other. Isla has had a crush on Josh for the past 3 years, since her freshman year of high school. In the summer of their junior year, that's when their new found relationship starts. Problems arise when they were dating but over time, everything is back to the way it was. They become happy in the end and there are still many blank lines that I need to fill in, with all the parts I have yet to read. I one day would love to find someone that loves me just as much as Josh loves Isla. But that's only in books and hope is a dirty four letter word. Reading parts of the book that veer towards the middle and the end is bad because I hate the feeling of not knowing what happens next. It's winter break and I get another week off. I want to do really well on my SATs as it is very crucial to my future. It's very stupid how one test can determine your future, where you go to college or even where you'll be accepted. I don't want to pay student loans for the rest of my life. It's scary and thinking about college makes me want to cry and crawl into a hole. I never want to come out of that hole. It's 5:24 PM and I haven't even started on any of my break homework. I am still relishing this new sense of freedom. School starts a week from Monday and I'm not ready to go back, nor do I want to go back. Typing this letter reminds me of that homework assignment that I did in my English class. I had to write all the things I wanted to achieve by the time June comes. I somewhat remember what I wrote, and they were mostly academically related. She wasn't going to read them but by the time the last day of class arrives, she'll give them back. I hope that I was able to fulfill all of my wishes. It's corny sounding but it's something that's really important to me. It's 5:31 PM and I'm still contemplating on what I want to write about to my future self. What will I be by the time this letter arrives in my inbox on my birthday in 2024? I'll be 26 by then. Having a late birthday sucks. Everyone will turn 18 by the time senior year comes and goes and I'll still be 17. I won't turn 18 until my freshman year of college. What will college be like? Who will I meet? And what am I going to do there? These are questions that come to me once in a while. I don't know what else to write but hopefully all goes well and I could read this to myself again when October 4th, 2024 comes by. Sincerely, My younger self