Dear Future Me...

Dear future self, Happy birthday! It's been a year, wow! Congrats on living through year 12. I mean, you're still alive, right? Well if you're reading this, obviously you are. How're you doing? Are you well? I hope so. How did you do on the HSC? Did you get the results you needed/hoped for/wanted? Are the 'rents proud? Have you chosen your university yet? Did you get accepted? Was it the one you wanted to go to? Have you found your career path? Are you still in Australia? Are you in Japan? Are you living away from the 'rents yet? ... Or are you bumming around still, one whole year later, depressed that you didn't get the results you wanted and can't get into the right university and can't chase your chosen career path or even worse, still don't know what it is, and still don't have a job and are still living with your awful rents because you were lazy and didn't work hard enough, just like I predicted? If that's the case, then you know whose fault it is, right? Your own. Nobody else's but your own. I don't care WHAT happens to you in 2006, you aren't allowed to blame your bad marks on anybody else but yourself, you hear? Good. So now, the Cassie of 2006 who is writing this to you is encasing all her hopes and dreams in this simple email and sending it to you, the Cassie of 2007. This is our promise, okay? This is my oath to work hard throughout 2006, so that on my 18th birthday in a year's time, I'll be able to open this email fearlessly and read it without crying or being depressed, because I'll know that I didn't fufill my worst nightmares after all. And... if you didn't get your act together, like I hoped you would? Then stop being such a bum and get off the computer chair, stop reading this email and do something about it. It's time to face the music, for both of us. ~ Your past self.