You're going to run into some obstacles and you're going to want to give up. But you can't, and you have to keep fighting. You're going to struggle through high school and you're going to feel like every one around you has given up on you. They're going to push you to your limits and every time you walk into that kitchen, you're going to want to pick up that knife in that drawer next to the stove. But you won't and you're going to go back to room, open your laptop, and listen to sad songs on Youtube.
You're strong. You can do this and no one else can make that decision for you. Soon after you graduate, you're going to enter college with the dream of being a Paleontologist in mind. Sadly, you won't make it past the first semester before you find out you're pregnant by your supposed fiance. Yes, I said it right. Because sadly things will fall through and you will wind up being a single mother. All hope isn't lost, I promise. But once again you will feel like giving up is the easiest choice. But you won't make that step...no matter how many times you break up, you will keep moving forward.
That is until 2015 when all of the problems you had to deal with come crumbling down. You will be left alone in your time of need. And every one will over look it like it's just a bump or scratch on your knee. No one is going to care until you wind up in that hospital with a suicide attempt at your finger tips. You'll come home and it won't feel like anything has changed, and it hasn't. So you'll decide to pack your bags and move back home with the parents. You and your beautiful little girl will be safe. Or at least that's what you thought. Things will be good for awhile, before you begin to bump heads with your loved ones and just try to find a way out.
Now you really need to stop doing that. Yes, you. Because every time something begins to get rough, you try to find an exit root. I know you've had rough and you hide a lot from people. But you can't hide forever and sooner or later it will come back to haunt you. Soon enough you'll be twenty-three years old, sitting at a computer, writing your pain and sorrow away. But I can promise things will get better. Maybe not while you're struggling to keep your GPA above a 2.0, but waking up every morning to your beautiful little girl is enough payment to last you a life time. You can make it rather you believe it or not, after all I'm in the future writing you, aren't I? Keep your chin up and always remember that even though life seems to be destroying you, something better is coming along. That I can promise you.
