A letter from May 31st, 2022

Dear FutureMe, hey, it's 16-year old you. i sure hope you have a boyfriend right now because we deserve to be loved, right? and if you do have a boyfriend, i hope he meets our standards, no matter how unrealistic or stupid it is because we don't and won't settle for less. i hope you have friends who listen to you. friends who don't make you feel like ****. friends who genuinely love you with all their hearts. i hope you're done crying yourself to sleep while hugging a spirit plushie. we should be over that by now. but pls tell me you kept no face because if you didn't, **** off :) anyway, we're in a really bad place right now. but if you are able to read this letter, it means we eventually got over it. you're a moody little *****, but hey, you survived. i have no idea how many times i have to get this through our head but you don't need everyone's validation. **** them. all the assurance you need is right here. i'm you, but you're stronger, braver, smarter, wiser, taller, more beautiful, and happier. believe me. you shouldn't be chasing anyone. a lot of people would sell their souls in a heartbeat just to have someone like you in their lives. you are more than a shot of espresso. you are the equivalent of five ******* shots of ristretto. you are iridescent. all my love, 16-year old nabi^^