Thursday, October 15, 2009

Dear Future self

When you get this I hope you are sitting down. If you only knew what a trouble maker you are today, you can't give your daughter shit for wanting to do the same.
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I just hope i live to my potentials.

I hope I never turn on my self-editor and lose the ability to throw up my thoughts on a page.
In fact I hope I don't change much.
If I'm lucky enough to make it to 80+ and reading this email, then I'm one lucky girl. In fact, I'm already very lucky.

I hope I don't forget what's his name. i hope we're still on speaking terms

Oh, those lump bits, that's from eating straight pork fat.

All those obsessive bits turned out to be a good thing didn't it?

Turns out you didn't need all those shoes did you?

In fact, if I'm doing exactly what I'm doing right now, I'm pretty happy.

Subject: What if
Wish you were here. At 32. Loving life .

Future Me, I wonder if I'm in a love marriage, a convenient marriage, or an arranged marriage.

That book on my desk; Diary.

Future self: I have so many questions for you.

I haven't thought about the future me since I got my tattoo at 18.

Are you still climbing every mountain, swimming every ocean and crossing every dessert. Who is making you do that? What's his name?

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