April 10th, 2013 The day of acceptance.

Dear Future Me, Today was the day you realized that you're a farce of a human being. That you rely on flashy things to be remembered. That if it weren't for your clothes, car, or attitude you'd fade into oblivion in people's memories. That you don't excel at anything and you have nothing to be proud of. That you dream of excellence but settle for mediocrity. That you'd most likely **** yourself if you didn't have such a loving family that would miss you. That you wish you woke up with a terminal illness so everyone would pretend to like you and remember you fondly in their memories instead of allowing myself to be a failure in life. That I die when people think I still have potential and that I was destined for something. That you are nothing special. That you wish you could just try again. I really hope you figured it out. I really hope you're happy because I'm not. I'm sorry I wasn't better. I'm sorry I'm a disappointment to our parents. I'm sorry I'm me. Me. Age 17.