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Dear Senior Kamila,
Today is 08/24/22 its my 3rd week of freshman year I’m currently in my 4th period class with MJ she’s honestly such a nice teacher, one of my favorites. Highschool isn’t as bad as I thought but it is different. I’ve made couple of new friends all different grades. My classes are pretty nice expect 7th period I don’t even know how I’m going to get through that class without going crazy, I expect that by senior year you have accomplished all your goals. I wonder if you still play the violin, I know how much you hate playing it at the moment but mom is forcing me to so I guess it can’t be that bad, but I hope you are reading this feeling proud and have achieved all the big and little things you wanted.
Someday this version of myself will only be a memory, take nothing for granted and take each moment as its own, you might not get another like it. I am writing to you for many reasons for one the way people change fascinates me, the way you know me, but I don’t know you, the way I am not you and you are not me, but we are the same and how you are where you are because of me. Aside from all this this one goes to my brother. Beside me through it all, my favorite partner in crime. We haven’t always got along, watching our childhood fade to time. Yet even when we fought and argued I always knew that in the end you will forever without a doubt be an unconditional friend. I wonder if by my senior year you have moved out, I don’t think I will ever feel complete if we don’t live in the same house because I know when you leave, I would be the only child in the house making just three of us.
Talking about my brother, this one goes to my mom although I hardly say it, I love you quite a lot. Thanks for taking me places, I couldn’t have gotten on my own and for always making our house feel a lot more like home, thanks for always being there to make sure that I’m okay. Thanks for all the good times passed, and the ones yet to come I’m proud to call you my mom. Dad, you guided me through every right path in life I’m glad to have someone like you in my life I love you. Now more on to future me, here are some questions I have for myself. How’s college if u even decided to go? Did you ever have that quince you wanted too so bad? What about going back to your home country? That’s a big dream of mine at the moments so I’m hoping by then it came true. How about that car you want? And all those pets you wish you had, are you still really into music or not? Omg what about those friends of yours? I wonder how much I have truly changed 4 years from now.
Talking about those friends of mine. I have some words I want to say to my go to friends because I don’t know if we will still be the same 4 years from now. Maria, ah man I don’t know where to begin with you I never believed in best friends or that there was always that one person who would always be there for you no matter what, that one person who understood all your complexities but then I met you and you did everything and more than that. So happy to call you my best friend. Angel, you’re that friend which I could laugh with until our ribs hurt and that friend who will never judge you for who I am, one of the bests. Ariannn, I just met you, but you are one to listen to everything I say no matter how annoying it can get, you make a difference. They say that friends are the family you choose but I would’ve never expected to choose you guys. Life isn’t about being perfect its about pursuing the right way.
Some advice I’d like to give my future self as an ending to this letter is to love people, be honest, be humble. Know your strengths and grow from your weaknesses. Start living everyday like its your last when you realize you won’t be around forever life becomes much brighter and so much more special and precious. Each day becomes a gift and full of new beginning so live it to your fullest. Stay present for your future self.
Sincerely past freshman Kamila.
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