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Dear FutureMe,
You’re 18 now.
How does it feel to have that freedom?
Is it as scary as I thought?
You’ll be okay you know.
Take a breath.
Growing up isn’t as scary as you may think.
You can’t live life always worrying about what comes next,
That’s not living.
You have to live life knowing that you won’t always be able to predict your next step, and you need to make choices based on that.
You can’t always be so scared of what you don’t know.
Nobody knows everything.
The more you don’t know, the more you have a chance to learn!
Don’t be scared.
Just breathe.
Epilogue
about 20 hours laterDear Past Me,
I am 18 now!
It feels, relatively the same.
I’ve been able to make my own choices for awhile now, this just made it official.
We’re going to college soon, hopefully.
Have our own credit card, and despite none of the jobs I applied to replying back, I’m currently (technically) working as a freelance artist. I opened commissions! And people are buying them!
Guess your art isn’t as bad as you always worried it was.
I’ve been on hormones for a little more than four months, and I’m seeking out top surgery, just like you wanted.
Things haven’t changed as much as you thought they would, but I’m still afraid.
Of course I would be, the future is unknown after all.
All I can do now is try my hardest to make the best of it.
I hope you would be proud of me, but I think I know you are.