A letter from November 12th, 2015

Dear Me, Happy Birthday!! Hey, how are you? It's me yourself from 2015, 5 years ago from now. You're now 25 years old! The prime of your life, right? Are you enjoying yourself yet? I hope you're doing okay, you've been complaining a lot lately you know. I know it's quite hard these days, but I'm just trying to keep my head up for you (or me.. lol in the future that is). And I hope that I'm doing a good job, and you'll tell me I am. We're both young and naive still right? Are you married yet? I hope not. That's too early. You're alive still right?! I hope you are. I'd be sad if we weren't alive anymore... since I haven't done much in this life yet... Now that makes me think. I should do that right? Do as much as I can? Carpe DIEM! But don't worry, I'm not gonna do stupid things, that'll affect you. And you might hate you. We wouldn't want that. If you're not married, do you have a boyfriend now? Hahaha what a thought! I wrote this for you for your birthday, but I'm writing this a shy away from ours... Today is November 12 for me and November 18 for you. What are you doing now? Are you working? What kind of work? Are you an animator? What about a writer, illustrator? What work? I hope you love your job whatever it is now. Since for all seriousness right now (*cough* for me in this present time) I'm having a hard time trying to figure out our life... for you. LOL. Is everything high tech? Or is everything bad now? I hope and pray you love your life much much more than you do now. You're content right? Please tell me you are. Don't worry I'm praying for you, always.