A letter from January 22nd, 2016

Dear FutureMe, At this moment, I am holding a pillow with Lights' face on it. You'd better remember who Lights is and probably should be her bff by now. And maybe you'll have grown out of your Taylor Swift phase, or maybe not. It's cool if you haven't. You should be 29 right now...I don't know what that means. But hopefully you've found someone who can deal with all your ****. Or not, maybe you can handle being a loner. Maybe I shouldn't say that, that sounds mean. Sorry future self. Hopefully you're not in Alabama except to visit mom every so often because she's needy AF. Also, please tell me that you've got a good job and your **** together. Or maybe you don't have your **** together, maybe you never will. You'd better have left the country at least once, even if it's just to Canada. And hopefully Squiggy is still there and hopefully she still fetches. Hopefully you'll remember your last semester in Camp and rooming with Ryleigh. And hopefully y'all are still friends then. You'd better keep in touch with Francesca, I don't care what happens, keep in touch. And hopefully a republican isn't president. But we'll see about that. You'd better never let your mind close up. It should only get more open. And hopefully by now you'll have been in a 3 way with two gayish dudes because that's our fantasy right now. But yeah I'm writing this email in Camp Hall on UAB campus. Maybe the football will take off when it comes back? Let me know. Love you bye.