A letter from November 13th, 2016

Dear FutureMe, It’s hard seeing everyone so happy and knowing that you are never going to be truly happy. It’s hard being there for friends you know will never be there for you. To see your friends happy with a boyfriend or girlfriend knowing that you just aren’t good enough for anyone. And what they break up, you must be the shoulder to cry on. But you know what it’s going to be ok. You will make something of yourself one day. You will move to New York and settle down and have a kid and a loving husband. You will be happy. I promise when you open this 10 years from now you will be happy I promise. This is 17-year-old you, and one day we are going to be ok. We are strong, we just have to work for it.