So today is my last day of high school and, as luck would have it, I recently received an email from “FutureMe,” a website that lets you email yourself in the future (given that you maintain the same email address).

I don’t want to divulge all of the contents of the letter because that would be incredibly embarrassing, but I thought I’d share some excerpts with the Internet at large. First off, my email is titled “You Actually Have Mail, Loser” (italicized for ease of reading). Good to know that past me had the foresight to know that I’d be a loser. Yikes. The email then starts with “Hey, so I hope you’re not a complete failure by now, because my life’s on the line.” Worry not, past me. Though you may consider current me a failure, I’m actually pretty proud of myself. The email proceeds to describe what happened on the day that the email was sent. Then it closes with some questions for current me. My favorites are as follows: Are you going to college? Do you have a boyfriend? Are you knocked up? If you are, I’m coming for you. Yes, no, and no. Allow me to assuage your fears, past me, as a boyfriend-less loser (your words, not mine), I am most definitely not with child. The letter than closes with “love and kisses” from past me. 

D’aw. 

I was such a little shit. 

It’s really weird to look back and think about what I valued at that time in my life, how I viewed myself, and what I expected from life. And while some things didn’t change (going to college, single, no baby), my view of the world is so different now. I’d like to think that I’ve got things in perspective, but that’s probably how I felt four years ago, so I can’t say anything with absolute certainty.

I feel like I’m not as mature as I should be. 

Fuck. 

Also, screw my new touchpad. I just can’t get used to drawing on it. I’m holding out for my Bamboo.