I'm your past self. Come with me if you want to live.

Dear FutureMe, hahaha. get the reference in the title? Hey, it's me, you. So.. I'm 14 now. On May 14, 2019. I'm sending this 5 years into the future, so when you receive it, it'll be May 19, 2026. And you will be 20. You in college? What're you studying? I have so many questions, I wish you could answer them. I wish you could just get a little notification, right now, while you are 20, that you got an email. And you'll open it, and see all my questions, and just quickly respond, and I'll see it. But that won't happen, and it makes me sad. I need someone to tell me what to do. I don't know what I'm doing. Knowing you, you probably have no idea what the hell you're doing either. You probably don't have it all figured out, do you? I say knowing you, like you're somebody else, some disembodied spirit. Like you aren't real. I look into the future, and I can't even see what I'll be doing at 17. Let alone 20. The thought that you'll be getting this, a whole adult human person, makes me want to cry. I don't know why. I'm getting my prescription for antidepressants on Friday. I was just reading through other peoples leaders on this website. The public ones. They are all pretty nice, wholesome. You know, "Hi, 1 year older me! I'm sending this on whatever, whatever, 2017." Those are nice. I can imagine 1 year older me. I actually sent a letter, a couple of minutes ago, to 15 year old me. I can.. imagine that, you know. That there's a little bit taller me, running around, doing things. I just can't imagine a twenty-year-old me. Maybe it's my depression. Anyways, the letters written by others that I was reading. The ones from 2008, 2007, 2006. They just reached the recipients last year. That makes me so... sad? That's 10 years in the future, what if they aren't alive to read them? And, jesus christ, the 2000s seem like such a long time ago. I know they aren't. When you get this, while 2019 have felt like forever ago? Personally, this year doesn't feel real to me. I don't know how to explain it. I hope you'll understand. Onto more lighthearted matters. (I hope they'll be light-hearted for you. I really hope you aren't crying or anything right now. I feel like, if I got a letter from me half-a-decade ago, I'd probably cry.) Are you single??? Do you have a job?? Come out to your dad yet?? If the answer to any of those things is no, you gotta get on that sis. Anyways, I've run out of things to say. I wanna finish reading a comic. (X-Factor!!! The 2006 Peter David run!!! It is really good. If you haven't reread it in the span of now and 2026, you need to. Actually, here's a bunch of comic recommendations. Gotta make sure 20 year-old-me is still into Marvel. • Generation X (2017) • All-New Wolverine (2017) • Hawkeye (2012) • X-Factor (2006) • House of M • Avengers Dissassembled • Old Man Logan Read them!!! I command you to do so.) Anyways. This is goodbye for now! Who knows, maybe someone will invent time travel, and you can pop into 2019 and say "hello, thanks for the letter!". If not, that really sucks. Ya'll really out there disappointing Tony Stark in 2026? On the off-chance time travel hasn't been invented by the time you get this, maybe you should send yourself another letter. It'd be nice. Before I go, I just want to let you know that I love you. Like, alot. You're awesome and amazing and kick-***, even if you don't think so sometimes. (Alright, a lot of the time.) You're funny, and you draw good. (That reminds me!! How's your art doin?) You've perfected the art of sarcasm, and you aren't afraid to obliterate your loved ones at Uno. I can only think of one flaw you have, and it's that you are hilariously bad at the game Monopoly. It's okay, though, I still love you. <3 Anyways, see you around. Love you 3000, future me. Don't be so hard on yourself.