I hope that you forgot about this altogether

Dear Future Me, Hi. It's June 2006 me. To start, right now you are a little champ when it comes to being a beer-o and savouring (technically) the last moments of teenage stupidity. But Future Me, please, I hope you have figured out how to not say mean things about people, because for the most part you aren't really an asshole. Unless Future Me is an asshole. In that case, fuck you, future me. Hmm. I also hope that you have managed to figure out how to have a relationship that isn't spectacularly bad, also. I'm really sorry, though, Future Me, if you haven't figured this one out yet. I'll do my best to help, but I can't control the future or anything. Remember how amazing the view was out of the window of the living room facing the construction site and the Deusch Bank building? Oh my goodness. June 2006 me also really likes drinking tea as a means to avoid cleaning up the complete mess made while trying to sort out a bedroom. But we'll talk soon. I need to start cleaning house, for real--the subletter is coming in 6 hours. Wish me luck!