Dear past me, Stop eating so much. Seriously, you're going to get fat. Don't freak out though. You'll lose all of the weight plus some, but you're also going to gain a lot of body image issues that are super fun! Also, even if you date someone for five years, you don't owe them marriage. Say that 10 times and then remember not to marry that guy you started dating when you were 17. You're going to regret getting married before the ceremony and around 2 years later you'll feel like your only options are divorce or suicide. You'll choose divorce and he will threaten to kill you and also not even try to argue it (I'm pretty sure you were just $$ and vagina to him anyway). Don't opt out of medical school. Yes you don't like everyone, but you do like most people and helping people makes you feel good. Trust me, you may end up interacting with people anyway despite your science degree, and being a doctor would've been a lot more fulfilling. Best regards, Nicole Renee Dear future me, I hope that you're not as much of a wimp as I am. Do you go for things? Or do you sit here questioning every decision until you ultimately ask someone else to decide for you or leave it to the flip of a coin. Did I (we?) decide to have children? Are we miserable or do I (we?) enjoy being a mother? I hope I'm (we're?) not an alcoholic! Love, Nicole Renee Dear ex best friend, I still love you. I guess we're not really ex's, I just got demoted to friend. I'm pretty sure it's my fault. That one time in college I took the train to Chicago with my sister and invited Amanda instead of you because I was 19 and liked drinking illegally and you didn't, but Amanda did. I know this hurt your feelings a lot. You still went to Chicago that weekend with your mom. I should've invited you. I like you and we're still friends and Amanda is a bitch. I shouldn't have dismissed a friendship that I've had since you got to be called Nichole and I got relegated to Nikki back in kindergarten. Best regards, Nicole Renee Dear Santa, Hey mom! Guess what, I always knew it was you. It really hurt me when I asked you point blank if you were Santa and you said no, "Santa is a real person!" Just because I was a young kid doesn't mean I Was an idiot. Best regards, Nicole Renee Dear anyone, I guess this is just my normal tumblr post! I hope you like me. I'm going to display myself unfiltered and I want you to not hate it. I tend to censor myself. To water down everything about myself to blend in. Here I want to be real. I want you to know that I struggle with a lot of emotional issues/disorders. I want you to notice that I'm really trying and respect it. Not like in a look up to me way, but in a, I can relate to a struggle that challenged me in a similar way, way. Also, sorry I drink a lot. I enjoy it and am trying to get some fun in before the hangovers are too extreme. Best regards, Nicole Renee