Hey there, hotstuff. ;)

So...hi there. Apparently, you made it to age 18 without dying as a result of doing something really fucking stupid. Congrats. Happy birthday. Now go get me a pack of fuckin' cigarettes, bitch. I'm just kidding. Really. Do you still have a fucked-up sense of humor? Do you still think it's fucked-up? What are you like now, anyway? Are you still a total music whore? What happened to your job at McDonald's? Do you ever talk to Leah anymore? Or the other people you met online? What about Melissa and Megan and Crista and Tseyang and everyone else from school? Have you come out to everyone yet? Did anything ever happen with Deanna the way you dreamed it would? What about college? Did you get into Emerson or UC Berkeley or U of Washington like I want to right now? Did you get a scholarship somewhere? Did Mom turn out to be okay with you going somewhere other than UConn? What about Dad? Are you going to major in broadcast journalism or something else? And do you still secretly fantasize about dropping out of school and becoming a merch girl for some scene-y band? What about Mom and Dad? Did Dad end up going out with Jess, or Trish, or did he find someone else? Is me married? Do you have a half-sister or brother? Did Mom and Vin ever build that house together? Is Aunt Alice still around? What about Grandpa, Aunt Barbara and Uncle Ernie? I'm sorry if something I've asked has upset you somehow, disappointed you by reminding you of something you used to long for but gave up on. I didn't mean to do that, I guess I was just curious. Or are you okay with giving up on certain aspirations because you find new ones to replace them. No matter how amazing (or, I guess, horrible) your life is now, I just don't want you to forget the way you are now. Don't forget midnights at the beach, long AIM conversations about nothing with the girl who loves you best, SAT prep, seven-hour shifts at McDonald's, and how it feels to be sitting here right now, dreaming of what's gonna happen next.