Dear (Relative Future) Self,
Congratulations bro, you\'re almost done with college! I can\'t believe I\'m even thinking about that right now, I\'m just on the edge of graduating from high school at this time. And hey! Happy Birthday! I\\\'m writing this four days away from my 18th birthday? Wow, I wonder if you even remember this was coming your way. I hope you did alright, man, and I hope you\'re happy with whatever you\'ve graduated with. Trust me, well, you and me, us, we know what we\'re talking about. If something happened between us and James from being roommates, go fix it, stupid! You can\'t do this world alone - and on that note, if you grew apart from Zach, you should really go see him too, he was pretty much your best friend, dude! Now, I did mention how you\'ve probably got the right idea in career choice, but bro, dude, fella, me, I really hope you haven\'t given up on music - It\'s one thing if you didn\'t check off your whole list, writing a musical, having a blog, making an indie game, starting a band - you were working and learning, sure, but our passion was music! Do whatever it takes to get that back now.
I wont be too hard on you but there\'s another thing you have to hear, whether you remember it\'s coming or not. Her. You better not have given up on her, let her go away, slip away - Allison is fantastic, she right now as I write this letter to you feels perfect. To me, she\'s the right choice, the girl for you, I want to spend the rest of my life with her.
I feel like there\'s so much more to say here, gosh. I don\'t know - haha! Do we ever really know what to say? Maybe you\'ve fixed that by now. Well, by then.
Signed,
(Relative Past) You