A letter from Nov 08, 2025

Dear FutureMe, When I am reading this will be 19. Today, I went to work from 10am to 4pm. I had eggs, toast and berries for breakfast. At work I talked to Lydia and other people. I practised my coffee making, and learnt how to run laser tag. When I came home I showered, ate food, watched TikTok cut a not good fringe, and now I'm here writing this letter to myself. I have my English exam on Monday, which I should be studying for. I finished my biology, psychology and maths last week. I'm a bit sad because Kasey and Lydia didn't ask me to go out with them tonight even though they are. But they have no obligation to, and I can't let this dictate my mood. Yesterday I ran for 5km through Kensington Park. It was quite therapeutic. I'm also currently on the hunt for a boyfriend and I fear that it is consuming me. Yesterday I wrote list of all the qualities that I want my future husband to have. I want my future boyfriend/husband to be a but weird, have interests and a personality that he wants to share with them. I'd love it if he could play the guitar. I want him to want me, adore me, respect me, listen to me, love me, like me interested in me, want to be with me. I need him to be nice, kind, respectful, funny, loyal, empathetic, a good talker and listener, humorous, charismatic, charming, chalant, welcoming, smiling, loving. I want him to be able to be serious and funny. I want him to hold my hand. I want him to push me to a better person, and for not let me have all the voice in the relationship. I want him to be able to share his needs and wants with me, for us to be in a symbiotic relationship. I want not just physical attraction, but also emotional and spiritual connection. I want him to see me. To like my personality and like me for me. For him to introduce me to his friends and I get along with them because they are not retarded ******** and neither is he. Last weekend I went out on Halloween night with Kasey and Lydia. Kasey and I ended up going home with them. I won't write the details because I'm sure you remember them enough on your own. Yesterday I saw a TikTok that said 'And in 6 months life will feel completely different once again'. That really struck me because of how true it is. 6 months ago me (a year now for you), was a completely different person, living in a different house, with different experiences, no job, less joy, not doing any homework, I'm not sure if I had cut my hair yet. The point is, that I am really truly not her anymore, and you are not me anymore. You are not the 18 year old girl writing this letter about to finish her exams, in blue trackies and a brown jumper, who is a fresh face at her new job, who has just had some pivotal experiences with a boy for the first time, who is looking into the future hoping that she is happy six months from now. I truly truly hope that I am doing well. That you are doing well. I hope that you have friends, and a goal, and a job, even if it is still at TimeZone, THAT YOU HAVE KEPT ON TRYING YOUR HARDEST TO EXPERIENCE LIFE. What does my life look like six months from now? (I'll close my eyes right now and imagine that my response is time travelling to me, because I know it is about to be written) Am I being too hopeful in hoping that I will have had more experiences 6 months from now? That I'm a new person? That I'm happy? I go to schoolies in three weeks, I felt that was important say, so please fill now 6 months ago me in on that. Am I shooketh? When I am reading this response I will be 19. Please listen to Kilby Girl by the Backseat Lovers. I love you xx (I really hope that I have a boyfriend 6 months from now, but I think I may just be yearning for someone to look at me and have those kinds of heartfelt feelings for me) Also where do I live? If I am writing this letter 6 months from now, then next year I will be 20. That sounds big and scary and grown up and I'm getting anxious just thinking about it. AHHHHH I hope that whatever you are doing you are happy with, that I believe in you, and I really bloody hope that you are leading me (or I am leading myself) down the right track. ******* hell though twenty sounds ******* ridiculous. Who the **** do I think I am, turning twenty years old? Good lord. Night x