A letter from January 25th, 2018

Dear FutureMe, I hope you’re happy. Are you still going to therapy?? If so how’s that going? By the time you get this you’ll be graduating high school I hope. Maybe you’ll still have green hair. How’s sister?how is bother? I hope they’re doing well. Please clean out your email and go outside. It’s good for you, I promise. I’m hoping you’re not obsessing over your weight anymore, right now you’re not very healthy but you’re trying, you really are. Speaking of trying, did you and Skye ever get together? Are you two still even friends? I love her, I really do. But if not I want you to find someone to love, and who loves you back. You’re not alone, you’re 18 and have a whole life ahead of you, please live it the best you can. Follow your heart and go to New York if that’s what you want. I hope you’ve told mom and dad you don’t want to be a doctor. Do what you love, you have the chance to. It’s never too late to. Explore the world when you can. Love ferociously and take every breath like it’s your last. I hope you’re happy, because I am, at the moment at least. Love, Wendy (your past self)