Dear future self,

The next time February 29th comes around
You will be twenty years old.
I hope by then that you will have become
The strong, loving person you wanted to be,
And that you have not yet lost your way.
I know that we have been through a lot
And most of the time it left us in pain,
But I know you’ll always keep your head up
And keep laughing because we love to laugh.
Always stay unsilenced and fight for what’s right,
Treat everyone you meet with kindness
Because you don’t want anyone to feel hurt,
And try to stay positive for everyone else.
When you make new friends (like that’ll happen),
Take care of them and cherish the moments.
Never ever stop writing poetry,
Because we both know that simple words
Have saved us more times than we care to say.
Also, I hope that by the time you read this again
You’ll be living in a forest just like we planned.
Remember your past and learn from it
But don’t let it drag you down into darkness,
And never grow up because adults suck;
Neverland still awaits our arrival.
Well, now that all of that cliché stuff is over with,
I don’t really know what else to say.
Oh, your birthday is in three days;
Knowing you, you would’ve forgotten it,
Just like you forget your homework
(Purely accidental, of course).
I should probably insult you now like I always do,
But we have a perfectly good BMFAFF for that.
I’ll always be better than you anyway,
Which I know doesn’t make sense so don’t point it out.
You dummy, don’t worry, you’ll fly someday.
I know that you underestimate yourself
And that you are really scared behind the bravado,
But you’ll do fine in the big ol’ mean world.
We made it this far; we can make it farther.
See you in four years!

Yours truly,
Me (you, I mean, me – aw darn, screw it)

P.S. Get a boyfriend already you loser!