Ananda

So, there’s this website called FutureMe and you basically write an email to your future self. I’ve been sending these emails to myself every birthday since I was around 13, and I’m just writing one now:

Dear FutureMe,

It is currently 10 o’clock and you’ve got multiple essays due in tomorrow that you still haven’t completed. I’m hoping you’ve improved on your motivation and time-keeping skills.

We’ve been on medication for just over four weeks and have been seeing a therapist for around six months. Nothing’s changed yet but I sure hope things are a lot brighter where you are.

You’re currently being killed every day by school, getting home exhausted after only one lesson, and skipping classes occasionally because of the anxiety. I hope that things have improved and you’re still at your school doing subjects that you actually like.

How’s your love life? How’s everyone else’s love life? I expect some excitement, even if its not on your end. What Netflix show are you bingeing at the moment? I sure hope everyone’s still alive. Also, you better still be writing for Rookie and making YouTube videos, if not, how dare you!?

I must apologize for ranting at you and wish you a happy birthday. Bloody hell, 18! You’re an adult! Everything is legal. I hope you had a party! You plan to have a massive one with ball gowns, the works, and I hope these expectations were met. I also hope that you’re happy, maybe not like in the fairytales, but happy enough to function.

I just remembered you have braces, eww! You better still look reasonably attractive. Anyway, happy birthday and remember what Mrs Cookingberry always said, “Believe in yourself, and you will get there.”

Lots of love,
You/Me/Us/Ananda

P.S. Send my love to Soph and the rents. xxx ♦