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January 2, 2015

From:

Allen Hood

To:

Allen Hood

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January 2, 2016

Well, here we are again. (you totally just read that in Buck 65's voice, right?) Forgive me. So how'd it go? Did you you finish your book? How's Jessica? Still with her? How'd you do with Robyn? I hope you can remember the struggle you were having when you wrote this. I hope you can remember counting down the minutes until you had to go to sleep and dreading waking up in the morning to have to cook at that shitty restaurant in Elkwater. I hope you remember missing Jessica and Robyn so much that it hurt sometimes, and I hope you can forgive yourself for the traps you set yourself in that respect. I hope you can remember all of this so that in 2016 when you get this letter to yourself you can put into perspective what's occurred over the 365 days between the sending and receiving of it, and meditate on what you need to do to ensure this struggle doesn't happen again. Because despite what we both believe, you really are a fantastic person. You really do have the talent and passion to make it in whatever field you choose. You can change the world; you do have the power. You just need to find it. Get on the bus and write poetry. Make music. Travel. Take riding lessons like you had always planned to. Go back to school. Do something for yourself and make the next year count for something. Allen Hood can not take looking back at another cycle thinking it was a waste of his time. He doesn't deserve that. I don't think anyone does. And listen to Nick more. He loves you and wants you to be happy. All of the good things you've just told yourself are basically from him. Best of luck, and I hope 2015 has been good for you.

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February 28, 2014

From:

Amy Johnston

To:

Amy Johnston

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February 28, 2015

Dear self. I have found this website on stumleupon and thought it would be fun :) i don't know what will be going on with you right now but here on the 28th of February 2014, i was meant to start my dreaded homework about an hour and a half ago but oh well, my laptop consumes my time. I'm going to see Ellie Goulding live in the o2 with Anna tomorrow which fills me with excitement! Things are quite tight money-wise right now, I wonder will much have changed when you're reading this, will things be better, who knows? School drains me so much and it's only fifth year, dear god i dread to think how you're dealing with sixth year work in your time! Thinking of the future scares me a lot, does that still happen to you? The thoughts of college and careers creep into my thoughts and leave me full of worry. Maybe this will alleviate and I will be slightly more confident in my life choices, hopefully. I hate feeling unprepared. I'm beginning to ramble so I will try to keep this short with some last minute advice ( how cringey ). Keep Megan close, she may seem like she's got things organised, you need to talk to her and let her pour her feelings out, she will be reluctant at first but let her know you're there. Secondly, believe in yourself full stop. Thirdly, never forget to show mam and dad how much you appreciate them, help them round the house, look after them the way they have looked after you and meg. And lastly, enjoy everyday, find something good and cling onto it, okay? :) Have fun little future friend Past you lol xo

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February 28, 2014

From:

Rebeka Adcock

To:

Michelle Adcock

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February 28, 2015

Dear sister I wrote this a year ago through some website called 'futurepostbox' - it e-mails/posts a letter you write in a year. So I thought I'd try it and you were one of the people I wanted to write one to. I'm sat in my Uni dorm room on Friday 28th February half an hour before I go to give blood... Remember when we used to play granny's and motorbikes when we tried to hide from Mom instead of going to bed? They didn't like that suggestion when I made it here for a drinking game (something about it being too silly); that's us though. If I were to use a word to describe us, it would be 'silly'. There'd be a bunch of other words in there too but that's the main one I think. Part of me wishes we could go back to that time when we didn't care about anything and it was just us two making medicines in the back garden; taping our faces together until it was red; decorating Mom's hair with an infinite amount of bobbles. But a part of me doesn't. We've had to grow up so much so quickly that I sometimes forget about those moments. And I reckon you forget them too sometimes; and we should both remember them. But the reason I say I don't want to go back to those moments is because we've learnt so much that it's made us better people. True, we have things we wish we could change. But doesn't everyone? Ours are just not always visible. You are a strong, independent woman (cliché much?) and I admire you for your bravery; honesty; loyalty. I hope a year from writing this you've found something you love to do and are making something out of it. A job; college course; apprenticeship; university - they would be amazing if you'd accomplished even one of them. But so is talking to a stranger you wouldn't want to. Or answering the phone. I would be proud of you if you'd managed any of them - even getting out the door every day. I'd say prouder, but I can't be because I already am the most I can be. If people ask me about my family, the first person I'd think of is "I have a sister and she's amazing". It's okay to not always be okay. It's something being at Uni has taught me. It's how we deal with it. I've had to face fears and dark thoughts a lot more than I thought I would, albeit sometimes it's got the better of me, but I've discovered I was stronger than I thought I was. I am proud to say you're my sister. I am in awe of who you are and I love you no matter what. Rebeka. xxxxxx

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