Dear future me
Dear future me,
I hope you're looking back on your high school years at least somewhat fondly now. I hope you have a boat license and/or a SCUBA license, and are reading this post from somewhere off a tropical island coast. I hope you don't remember all those shitty math quizzes you did terrible on way back when you read too fast and your words came out of your mouth faster than your brain could process them. I hope you figure out how to save the oceans from becoming dead, and I hope people listen to you when you tell them what to do.
I hope you are not as shy, but I also hope that you leave parties and get togethers when you feel the need to instead of waiting out of politeness and getting progressively more exhausted and angry until it all explodes. I hope you have gotten to the Maldives and kayaked in the bioluminescent night when the stars above mirror the stars below. I hope you eat right and exercise almost every day and adopt ten cats and watch good movies with them. I hope you still call your parents sometimes, letting them know you're alive.
In all, I hope you're doing better than I am right now.
-Delphine









