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Dear FutureMe, I think the problem with this whole Future Me thing is that it focuses much more on the end result then the process. I could ask you if you have moved on, if you are happy, if you feel alive, but am I forgetting that who I am now must be the catalyst to change things. So, I won't ask if you are over T. or if you still cringe when A speaks in English class because I can't see a change in two months. But the purpose of this e-mail was to make you feel warm on the anniversary of the descent. And I know I won't let this e-mail or the day slip my mind, but I would love to think you can slip underneath it. Let it gently float over you. And I can't think of what will be of significance a month from now. Hm. I thought Scott looked cute today. I'm wanting a hand in mine I want to touch someone I want to feel alive. I have all these concerts this weekend, but I almost dread it. I need to be in October where it is cold and calm and lovely. Or November so I can be swimming. I don't know. I'm scared to ask Ms. S for a college rec. I don't want to go to the University of Virginia. I want to have comfort and differentiation. Pray for me. Because your past selves never disappear. They just manifest themselves into ghosts that'll haunt you later.