A letter from August 10th, 2011

Dear FutureMe, it is 2011 your 19 163 pounds doing nothing everyday listening to sister golden hair downloaded from youtube on your used mac desktop. your room is dirty, kist like most of your clothes. you just watched some todelers and tearas. you still owe mom momney for the dog and you feel ****** most of the time... how are you now? hows your like? job? out of home? bf or husband? kids? pets? relationship with family? hair? weight? clothes you wear?.... that's right as i type this you are 19. so yooung, dumb and thinking you know it all and yet nothing too. living with mom and brian still, in the old house on park street. worrying abut bad people sneeking into the fair or whatever it's called. no friends cuz emilee dumped you on facebook months ago, you left high school in may and got no job... wear the same clothes 30% of the time and rarely brush your hair. deoderant a plenty just not on you, you have started brushing your teeth more and showering more and your starting to walk more... so heres to the future and heres to you... your 33 and i hope your a woman... oh ya as of 2011 you suck at spelling...