A letter from August 12th, 2016

Dear future me, Hola amigo!! It's you, Sarah, from a while ago. I don't know when you're gonna read this, because we're bad at checking emails, so I can't specify a time. It's been at least ten years since we talked! Wow, time flies. Hope the world hasn't gone to **** yet!! That would suck... Well, I can only hope your still alive to receive this letter. If Trump got elected this November, you'll be in Canada. Hope it's nice there, I've never been. Right now, it's 5:51 AM. I'm sitting in bed, listening to MKTO, using this 'Bored Button' app to entertain myself on my laptop. Yep. That's my life. IT SUCKS. Hopefully, your life is more eventful. Maybe you're travelling the world, capturing every moment in a beautiful picture. Maybe you're sitting in a cute little work space, working on your next best-selling novel. Maybe you're solving homicides in New York, tracking serial ******* and saving lives. I have absolutely what you're thinking about right now, but whatever it is that's got you wondering, do it. Take the chance. I'm still to afraid to do anything for myself. Do it for me. TAKE THE *** RISK. Remember, I'm you. We're pretty wise at times. This is one of those times!! Listen to me. Leap into the chasm of faith. It'll be worth it. Well, I guess that's all for now, old friend. Until we meet again, I can only give you two words of advice: Don't die.