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Dear FutureMe, I would like to ask a lot later version of you but I don't know how long this e-mail is going to last. What the hell are you doing right now? Are you back with Nancy or are you hating yourself because you let her slip away? Are you still going into the music business or have you decided it was best to do something more lucrative. I wish you could come visit me, take me by the hand, and tell me that everything is alright. I'm pretty much at rock bottom right now. I lost my job, I lost the love of my life, and I have this pain in my back that won't seem to go away. I've hit bottom enough that I'm writing to my future self on this stupid website. You can't get much worse than that. I read some other people's entries and they made me cry. I realize that I am not the only one suffering in the world. I hope things are better now. It is your birthday. Are you doing anything exciting? You better be. I really don't love myself right now. I mean, how could I? I'm left with nothing. Hopefully this finds you doing much better than I am. Call your friends. I'm sure they miss you. Call Nancy, wherever she may be.