Why?
Cause I haven't gotten any letters from my future self.
Sighs.
Any advice I have for myself anyway?
I guess.
Dear Ian of 5/5/10:
This is yourself. One year from the future. If you don't believe me. You are a Liverpool Fan. Have a poster of Revenge of the Sith on your wall. Are stuck with an Xbox(not 360) and think that black is your favourite colour. You have 3 soft toys that you sleep with every night. I shall not name them lest you be forever embarrassed. Yes, I know their names.
Oh plus your email password for gmail is ****************
Congratulations though, I have advice for you. But I'll be brief cause life sucks that way. And our luck seems to run in that direction. I'm also a little sadistic, but then again, you probably knew that.
1. Give up on her, but don't give up on love.
2. Look around and ask yourself who your true friends are. Think before you speak. Think very carefully. Some people were your friends but aren't really anymore. Some never were and never will be. And as for your friends, hold on tightly to them and never ever let them slip away.
3. You may be a terrible writer, but keep trying and you won't be by the end of the year. You really are terrible for now, stop deluding yourself.
4. Be sure to watch for people who like you for who you are, you aren't THAT hateable really. Only just a little at times, and I'm sure you know when. Draw them in, there aren't that many people who are extremely willing to invest their time and effort in someone who seems distant and nonchalant. Don't be too afraid to let them in when you're in need. Really, they'll be able to give you more assistance than mere words can do.
Ian, out.
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