erm... from the uh... past?

Dear FutureMe, i can't think of a lot to say.. i only hope you've found the happy. i crave it so much, i promise i am doing everything i can to fix this, i'm dying to get out of the sadness. i hope you're tattoed all the way down to your toes, too. we just got started last wednesday. so yes, i'm 19. i hope this future me is far fro now and not like... tomorrow. i'm so worried i might kill myself. i'm scared and i feel lonely. do you? i hope you don't. i hope you're a millionaire successful illustrator unafraid to speak her mind and surrounded with friends who love you and who you love without conditions, with a loving husband or boyfriend and at least one child. a girl. named emma. i hope your hair is pink or blue or anything but the brown we were born with, and i hope you have at least one rabbit named Stella and one St Bernard named Goliath. i hope you have your own webcomic. it'd mean that happy is in my future. i'd love it if you wrote a letter to an even more future us, one who's older and with grandkids, pictures of Stella and Goliath because they're long gone but taking care of their grandkids, and with a bunch of movies and comics on her back, just laying back to watch the final of the soccer world cup on tv. i hope you're not still stuck in this crappy country. but if you are, i hope you're at least happy. don't worry, i'm sure our kids will turn out ok. i want to say i love you. maybe i'll grow to love you. i want to, so bad. cheers.