A letter from January 23rd, 2016

Dear Corinne, I hope it gets better, and a little less gray. I wish there was a way for me to give myself advice from the future. Does your voice still shake when you're sad? Do you grow into the person dad always wanted you to be? Or did you become the person YOU wanted to be? I don't know what I want to be yet, I hope it turns out well. Nevertheless; everything is a fad, and soon the world will end as quick as boot cut jeans or birkenstocks, but I can't help but feel like this blur is neverending. I hope to see the rain soon, I've been getting a little too comfortable with the drought.