A letter from July 17th, 2011

Dear FutureMe, i hope we're not dead yet :) luck to us that we are living our dream, perfect guy, maybe kids, the dogs, perfect home life etc, although somehow I/we doubt it. I think when talking about the 2011 me i will refer to myself as me as I am not yet you, who is me but with more experience (and we both know that that concept is nicked from somewhere ;) ) I highly doubt and totally hope we have flown away, because I suspect if it hasn't already happened in the future/your present, that dreaming will end. oh ****, in spell checking i've forgotten what to write. oh well, i am currently staying up too late the night before DoE thanks to a mix of insomnia and computer addiction, i'm sure we have a great time tomorrow...not. we are fifteen and going out with joe thompson. if we're still with him say hi from well...yeah anyway. i hope we are beautiful like mum promises and please fly away if we haven't already, remember all the plans we made at 15, to leave without notice, just to fly far away and start again. remember rose and Dmitri and roses brief moment of hallucination, remember what it felt like yearning for that, dreaming about it. please, if we are grown up too much look back on jace and clary, henry and clair, liesel and tobey. remember watching lost in austin with mum with tonsillitis, remember how close we came to crying because we wanted that, only in the city of bones. look back please on your silly girl hood and your first love and your ridiculous books and dreams and drawings and songs. look back and smile, laugh or cry, I don't care, just remember what we used to be. love siri blakstad/amber-may rose/sizzle/peepacheep/bud-bud-buddy/angel, remember me