A letter to my future self

Dear me,

    This came to me literally five seconds ago. But what I want out of life now, and what i get out of it later, are probably two different stories. Anyway, I hope you’re doing okay. I hope you have kids (depending on age you read this), have a loving husband/boyfriend/wife/girlfriend and all that shenanigans. Im writing this because who gives a fuck. All I hope is that you do read this. and that you’re not dead, or into drugs, or anything really fucked up like that… My ideal life right now is not probably what you’re living. I hope you are in Texas though. If not, I dont know what happened. Probably money, probably didnt want to upset your parents. I do that alot. Im listening to all of this by naked and famous and its getting me off track, you remember that song, Aly? or do you go by Alycia now? What do you do for work? If its my dream job (Rooster Teeth), congratulations. I hope you date someone cute in the company, then again, everyone there is super cute.

I hope your taking care of your body. (OH GOD SWEATER WEATHER CAME ON! YES) Exercise, Aly, obesity runs in your family. KEEP YOUR WEIGHT DOWN. I love my weight right now, despite the couple pounds i gained. I hope you’re still into art, i hope you write, read, still use tumblr.

And hopefully are happy.

Thats all i really want out of life and i hope that you do too. I hope you dont go back to those boys in your past. I hope you right your wrongs and forgive yourself. Nothing is as bad as it seems… You’ll be okay. Hopefully.

Love,

Your seventeen year old self. Aly.