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Dear Future Me,

I bet you weren't expecting a letter from your past self, were you?

Well, you probably were, considering we're the same person and
you'd have to know I was writing you a letter since you wrote it in the
past so I guess you know already what's in this letter, right? Do I even
need to write it? If I don't write it… will that set off a chain of events
that lead to the you who won't read this being someone completely different!?

I've watched 'Back to the Future' far too many times.

Well, I'm going to write it. I guess I can't offer you infinite insight
about your future since I'm writing forward as opposed to back, and

To My Future SelfTo my Future Self,
Breathe. You must be thinking, seriously, my teen self is acting like an old fart of a teacher telling off overstressed kids, but seriously, breathe. Stop. Pause. Listen. It's your heart beating. It's telling you, I'm beating so damn hard, I might just kill you one day.
Okay, let's digest. There can only be two reasons for your heart to beat like that. One reason is because I wouldn't have changed- I would still be that overzealous, neurotic, depressed teenager with a penchant for word thieves, dream catchers and moment makers. The other reason would be just the opposite: it's beating with life, with purpose, with hope.
I hope you'll be that second person.
Because being that second person means being serenaded by Chopin in a boy's car, travelling down to Bondi Beach watching sculptures rear out of the sea and you're feeling like, maybe, love may finally find you at last. Being that second person means you just won't shut up talking to patrons

Dear You (Or, Alternatively, Me)Dear You (Or, Alternatively, Me) –

I worry about you sometimes.

I worry about how you are doing: who you are spending your time frolicking with, whether or not you have finally kissed someone, if you still get nervous easily. I worry about my friends in your time – are they still our friends? Or have you finally let them all go, or pushed them away, or left like we always dreamed of?

Sometimes I lay in bed in the late hours of the night, dreaming of your life. Do you remember? Do you remember staring at the dark ceiling so long it began turning red, tossing and turning, hoping and dreading what is to come? I wonder if the things I have don

Dear Adult Me.Dear adult me,
I'm tucking this letter safely inside your favorite copy of 'The Dragonlance Series', where I'm sure you're going to find it. Page 241--your page. This book should be worn and weathered by now. I say 'should', because I'm frantically hoping that you're still reading it; because people change and you--we--are no exception.

So, dear future self, it's definitely been a while since I last thought of you. The truth is, I'm afraid to. All those hopeless and overly irrelevant dreams I have right now are probably just a fade memory in your mind. Some of them you probably accomplished. Some others you probably don't even remember; no

Beloved Future Self

Dear Future Self,

Hey, you. Or, alternatively, me. I've never spoken to you before, but I think it's time I did, not for a contest or views but because I know better than anyone that you need it right now.

I know you're hurting and you're scared. I know how you can't look in the mirror without clawing away at yourself and I know you write this with shaking hands and a heavy heart, but this isn't just about you. This is about the little girl you used to be and the little girl out there that's exactly as you were. Because they need you. I need you. Please stop crying each night, this will make you stronger. I know it's hard. I know you don't

Dear Adult MeDear Adult me,

Did you succeed in all those crazy plans you made? Every day I look at my to-do list and just say to myself "Not today." But what about you? Did you get off your lazy butt and actually do those things listed? Did you write those countless stories, play all of those amazing games, learn all the knowledge to satisfy you, listen to every song on those lists received, read every book suggested, and all the while still manage to do the chores at home and hang out with every friend?

There's so much I want to ask you, but there's nothing you can say. I want to know if the life I've made now will be the life I have forever. Some days

Dear Teen MeDear Teen Me ~
You, with the bleu Sharpie pen.

Those ripped leggings are hugging your bones like another layer of skin. Weren’t you maintaining your weight? Oh, that’s right. I remember now. You were spending some more time in that day hospital program. Philhaven. The depression had come back in a rush. It was overwhelming; a tide of uncertainty and anxiety, complete with a bow laced with self-loathing. It was wrapped around you like gauze and medical tape, all melted together as one hard cast. All that weight, Love, and you crashed. You fell under a suffocating blanket of hatred and were constantly shrouded by ribbons of past mi

TnM te amo asta la muerteEsta historia se trata de un chico y una chica
marie: hey...
thom: te extrañe en la escuela hoy.Porque no estabas hay?
marie: si...tuve que ir al medico
thom: oh, en serio?.Porque?
marie: nada, nada ... solo unas revisiones anuales
thom: ah...entiendo
marie: debo hacerte una pregunta...
thom: seguro, dime
marie: Cuanto me amas?
thom: sabes que te amo mas que nada en este mundo...
marie: si...
thom: por que preguntas?
marie: *silencio*
thom: algo anda mal?
marie: no,nada ... ummm ... cuanto te importo?
thom: te daria el mundo en un latido si pudiese
marie: lo harias?
thom: si,lo haria!........ocurre algo malo?
marie: no,todo esta bien...
thom: segura?
marie: si,si...
thom: ok...eso espero
marie: moririas por mi?
thom: recibiria una bala por ti,amor...
marie: de veras?
thom: siempre que fuera necesario...ocurre algo malo?
marie: no,estoy bien,estas bien,todo y todos estan bien...
thom: ok...
marie: bueno...nos vemos en la escuela mañana,adios
thom: esta bi

Dear Adult MeDear Adult Me,

Am I still as awkward as I am/was at 16…finally on the cusp of 17? I think I would be since, after all, people can’t change that much.

Oh, what about my relationship with Z, how did that go? It’s alright if you can’t spare the details, I don’t think I want them anyway. Everything always seems better with a surprise.

How did college go? Did I ever find the chance to explore New York the way I wanted, what about my job? Have I risen to the top the way I dream? Oh…can I finally draw? God, I hope so!

Enough questions, I’m sure I still plague myself with them day in and day out, I don&

Dear Adult MeDear Adult Me,
Yes I'm looking at you.
I know it's strange to see that weird girl with the black t-shirt and jeans, both too big for her, staring at you from across a crowded train station, her purple hair standing out miles away.
Think about it though. Don't you remember that tee? The one with the TARDIS and how you yelled in happiness when it came in the mail and jumped around the kitchen counter for a few minutes?
Do you remember me?
Do you remember that grin? The one that you spent a few hours in front of the mirror perfecting when you were 13? The one that you're positive still looks ugly? Does anyone like that grin now? Is there someone

Dear adult me

This is a letter for my future self, my adult self, maybe at 40-45 years old or more :3
If you are not her, don't read that!
First of all! How are you, dear?
I want to ask you some of the questions that are being VERY annoying in my head so I can finally take them out (please, use a time machine to return this letter as soon as posible!):
Did you publish a book or a comic?Did you became an informatic engineer, a freelance illustrator, an hotel director or a marketing gurl?Did you finally found HIM? (yes, HIM, ya know)Where are you living? (please don't tell me you're still living in the same place as now I live!)
Ah! How many questions! But basically these four are the most important of them

I hope you didn't throw away this letter thinking it all was a bad joke... (becaue it isn't!). I will show you: your first cat was called Benito, wasn't him? Weeeeell, now that you don't have doubts about how I am, I shall continue with some a

hope: a letter to my future selfthe twelth of november, 2012

i hope that you're still around to read this. because i know that you've - well, we've - considered calling it quits before this. and i'm sure we've considered calling it quits since. maybe you were considering calling quits just before you stumbled upon this letter, tucked away in the shoe box full of birthday cards and photos of friends long since forgotten that you keep beneath your bed. if you ever feel like calling it quits, just remember: nobody remembers a quitter. keep soldiering on.

you know what else i hope? i hope that when you look in the mirror that you see a beautiful person - inside and out - star

Dear Future Me

Hey future me...
I don't really know if you are reading this or not...(let's just hope that you stayed a deviantArtist for a while >ww< Vincent, Antonette, Barron, Scarlet. Gilbert, Clementine, Delilah, Ivorine, Sawyer. Grane, Chloe. *and possibly more :0

Future me...please take a look at the Journal
__Not this one. The one I called my "Secret Journal". Don't EVER throw that away...tears have stained within it...it would be madness to rid of it. Keep it safe...

OUR BABIES XD
__By this I mean Bunny. Bunny and Pikapa. ALWAYS KEEP BUNNY WITH YOU<3 He's been with us since we were born...
__When you have kids, show them EFH P, Modeling pi

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by ~sofiamariefan, Nov 12, 2012, 6:14:06 AM
Contests / 2012 / Dear Teen Me / Teen

era un dia normal en danville una joven marie flinn de 16años bajaba las cosas de su camioneta para llevarlas a su nueva casa ( se mudo desde madrid ) cuando termino de poner las cajas adentro de su casa

phineas: marie alguien te busca por el telefono

marie agara el telefono: hola hola hola..... cortaron

isabela desde la cosina: quien era marie

marie: nose cortaron

isabela: bueno aora a comer

todos de sentaron a comoer deespues de eso marie se acosto y se quedo dormida a la mañana siguente

isabela: marie levantate

marie al oir ese grito se cae de la cama desde abajo

phineas sube para chequear que todo este bien entran a la habitasion de marie : marie

marie lebanta la mano y : aqui

phineas ayuda a lebantarse a marie : estas bien

marie: de marabilla

isabela desde abajo: vajen a desllunar

los dos bajaron a desayunar en el desalluno

phineas: marie

marie: si papa

isabela: te acuerdas que tu papa te conto que tenias tios y primos

marie: si

phineas: van a tu escuela y esta noche vendran a comer

marie: genial mejor me voy adios( le da un beso en la mejilla a cada uno y sale)

en la prepa

marie metia sus cosas en el casillero asta que la deribaron

marie: auch ( sobandose la cabesa )

¿?: lo siento no veia por donde iba

en eso padan dos chicos

¿?: thom mejor vamonos jazz te va a matar

thom: fred yase que me va a asesinar y xavier ?

fred: nose

pasa coriendo xavier

fred: aya va ( señalandolo)

los dos chicas se van y marie termino de meter sus cosas se fue a clase de musica en la clase

profesor: buen dia alumnos

todos: buenos dias

profesor: primero le quiero dar la vienbenida a nuestra nueva estudiante fue transferida de madrid marie

marie estaba al fondo y de repente todos voltearon a ver : hay no

profesora: marie quieres cantar algo

marie: lo mejor seria que no

profesora: esta bien

continuara....................

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