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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:

Rebeka Adcock

To:

Rebeka Adcock

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February 28, 2015

Dear future me, It's February 28th February and I'm sat in my University dorm room after just letting Ben Percival in (I'm hoping you're still friends with him, he's a nice guy). You've just gone through your first heartbreak and I'm hoping you've moved on from that now because it's been a year and you should. If you have, then I'm pleased because it means you're living your life; as you should be. If you haven't, then that's okay too. Heartbreak takes a while and it's okay to love and still love. There's nothing you can do about that, it just means it will take a bit longer than we anticipated. I hope you're still friends with him and everyone from Cefn y Coed though because they're decent people and it would be a shame. Maybe you need more time than you originally thought. You should be reading this in your new flat with Llinos, Sarah, Emma and Amanda. The one above the Launderette? If you've ever had a tiff or got annoyed with any of them, remind yourself of why you chose to move in with them. You could have decided you didn't want to with any and you did for a reason - because you love them. Show them the love. Show everyone love. Show the street you walk on love and let it fill you up so it almost hurts. (Love shouldn't hurt, which is why I say almost). Buy a meal for the homeless person sitting outside Morrison's or give someone a 'you are beautiful' sticker to make their day bright. Try and do something every day because that will make you better. And if you're depression has returned, that's okay. I'm here for you - I always have and I always will be. Just like every person that's in your life. It's okay to keep battling, because it means you're a warrior. It means you can save you have battle scars and that you were victorious. If anyone judges you for them, it's down to them not understanding. It's not because you're a horrible person - and I hope you've accepted that by now - it's because you're you and you've battled a different war. Keep fighting and loving and you'll be okay. You might not be great, but it's a place to start so you can be. Healing takes time. Have patience. Breathe. Me.

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February 28, 2014

From:

Rebeka Adcock

To:

Rebeka Adcock

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February 28, 2015

Dear future me, It's February 28th February and I'm sat in my University dorm room after just letting Ben Percival in (I'm hoping you're still friends with him, he's a nice guy). You've just gone through your first heartbreak and I'm hoping you've moved on from that now because it's been a year and you should. If you have, then I'm pleased because it means you're living your life; as you should be. If you haven't, then that's okay too. Heartbreak takes a while and it's okay to love and still love. There's nothing you can do about that, it just means it will take a bit longer than we anticipated. I hope you're still friends with him and everyone from Cefn y Coed though because they're decent people and it would be a shame. Maybe you need more time than you originally thought. You should be reading this in your new flat with Llinos, Sarah, Emma and Amanda. The one above the Launderette? If you've ever had a tiff or got annoyed with any of them, remind yourself of why you chose to move in with them. You could have decided you didn't want to with any and you did for a reason - because you love them. Show them the love. Show everyone love. Show the street you walk on love and let it fill you up so it almost hurts. (Love shouldn't hurt, which is why I say almost). Buy a meal for the homeless person sitting outside Morrison's or give someone a 'you are beautiful' sticker to make their day bright. Try and do something every day because that will make you better. And if you're depression has returned, that's okay. I'm here for you - I always have and I always will be. Just like every person that's in your life. It's okay to keep battling, because it means you're a warrior. It means you can save you have battle scars and that you were victorious. If anyone judges you for them, it's down to them not understanding. It's not because you're a horrible person - and I hope you've accepted that by now - it's because you're you and you've battled a different war. Keep fighting and loving and you'll be okay. You might not be great, but it's a place to start so you can be. Healing takes time. Have patience. Breathe. Me.

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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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