A letter from Jun 5th, 2021

Dear FutureMe, Hey, it's been a while since I've written. I think I'm going to send this 5 years into the future, just to switch things up. I don't even know if I'll still have this email in 5 years. I hope so. 5 years kinda feels like a lifetime away. I'll be 22 when I'm reading this. Well, you'll be 22. Maybe uni, maybe not. Maybe loving your life or maybe not. I honestly cannot even imagine myself as a 22 year old. I'm currently starting my year 11 exams which I am a little stressed about. That is hugely my fault as I have left studying until the complete last minute. They didn't really matter, did they? Just a waste of my time and my effort. Or maybe not. I want nothing more than to be incredibly motivated for school but I just can't. I want to be Rory Gilmore but my motivation and drive just isn't there. I partly think that is because I have absolutely no idea what I want to do with my life after school. It's an absolute dream of my mine to write my own book. That's a dream that I'm going to make happen, I hope. But other than that, I have no idea. AT ALL. I guess that when you're reading this, I have to be doing something with my life. If you still have no idea open a florist, or even better a bookstore. Make that dream happen too. It's a dream that I won't even let myself have. All the love and hugs and kisses, Georgia (17)