Prepare to Hunt In Your Closet For Something

Yo Kaleigh, Sup, cuz? In 2015 while you were in Dallas visiting dear old Six Flags, you bought a navy colored journal thing called "300 WRITING PROMPTS". On the 4th page, the prompt said to write a letter dated ten years in the future - which was then dated as July 7, 2025. Go read that letter, you pigeon. (Please tell me you still have that...) Compare your life. You were being sarcastically pessimistic because you didn't want to reveal such deep feelings in a silly little notebook. What you /wanted/ to write was that you were happily married to Andrew with X amount of kids living the greatest dream job ever while he achieves his dream of being a sports broadcaster. THAT'S what you wanted to write. Instead, you wrote about a semi-shabby-but-really-good lifestyle with your brother. Oh, Kaleigh. You were never able to be honest with yourself, were you? You were always afraid of what others would think of your feelings, so you didn't even write the letter you wanted. I hope you've changed for the better. Really. If you lost that journal, you may now sit at your desk (or wherever) and regret throwing that away X years ago when you were spring cleaning. You thought you were hoarding, or maybe you despised every seemingly childish word written so you threw it away to keep your dumb thoughts hidden. Well, they're not hidden. Some hobo probably took it out of the dump before it got burned. That random hobo knows all about you now. Heck, he probably let all his pals read it, too. Your thoughts are never safe written down. Never, ever safe... If you do have that journal, you may now read it and relish in the fact that your life is better, or feel resentment towards the fact it's about the same. Or maybe you love your life and you're happy with the way it is. Whatever your circumstances are, as long as you're happy, I'm happy. But we both know we want to be happy with Andrew. ((And if y'all called it quits and you somehow managed to find someone else to love and that handsome stranger is reading this over your shoulder, I am very sorry. I'm only 18. Many think that it's a mature age, but it's really not. It's like middle school romance, only better and more real. I am like a dumb kid high on love. I don't mean any offense to the dreamboat you're married to.)) Enjoy your life, Kaleigh. I'm currently preparing for college and I don't even want to go. :) I LOVE YOU. LOVE YOURSELF. YOU'RE GREAT. <3