Not gonna lie, I'm a bit pissed because I just wrote you a whole letter about dreams and shit and it got deleted. Not sure I can be that deep again. You're twenty nine, today. Hopefully, if I got my maths right anyway. I hope you've made it, and done something. I'm meant to be revising for exams right now so if you're doing something lame and boring and people point and laugh at you, my bad. I want to be a writer and I hope you've remembered that. So much that when I think about people crying about something I've written, it makes my eyes swell. Maybe you can write a book about receiving a letter from your past self! You need to settle down and grab a guy, I want four little people running round by the time I'm forty. You can adopt if things swing that way, and don't feel like people are judging you. It's more environmentally friendly anyway. There are some things you need to do: Get in contact with the pates lot. I know time has gone by and stuff but they were the people that got you through the dark times, and they mean a lot to me. Alex Gordon, Molly Harte, Holly Hill. Organise a get together, it will make you cry. (If you can't remember everyone else's names get out the year book) Meet up with Mrs Hicks, buy Fiona Rachel and Mum a present. Take out a tenner at an atm and leave it for someone to find (I always wanted to do this but I was always too skint, hopefully you aren't). Take a photo of something beautiful and make a fool of yourself in public. Make someone else's day. I hope you're happy, and not dying. Awkward if you're already dead, you should have worn more suncream when you had the chance. I hope life treats me well. I hope you read this and your heart swells and you don't regret anything, because at the moment I don't and I want it to stay that way (soz if I picked the wrong uni, it's a tough decision)If you read this and you know that you're the person I want you to be- brave and strong, but not too thin- then good. If not, get on it. Be safe.