I just sent myself a letter that was meant to be read 4 years from now, but my virtual time catapult messed up (fine, I messed up) and I sent it only 1 year away (here is the website I used in case you want to do the same: http://futureme.org).
I guess it’s alright, 1 year can be a long time, especially with the way things are. I hope that by then, a lot has changed. My reaction to that letter will depend on that.
I also realized that blogging is a lot like these kind of time capsules. I have been blogging one way or the other since 2004 at least. I still have the entries. I was 17 and very silly, as can be seen by these kind of writings:
I’ve been here in the computer for like 3 hours and… I don’t want to do my homework!!! *whines* It’s a perfect day, cool, lots of breeze, perfect to sleep, not to do homework!
Oh my student days, I miss them.
I’ll stop worrying about the fact that I don’t have a date or anything tonight. After all, in this moment I don’t like anybody, and nobody likes me… what can I do. For those who are good enough to get dates on the weekends, awesome. But I’ll stop feeling bad because of it. I won’t suffer, at least not today…. because, why all lifes have to be that way?, you’re little, you play with dolls. You grow up and Wow! it’s time to date! If you don’t you’re a loser!, I know that’s how evolution has made us, our ancient instinct of reproduction living in the lymbic system, that’s a primitive system! That’s why I have a cortex, I don’t have to follow those rules…
Lonely teenage nerd girl
At the end of the day I ended up fighting with Kike about some college stuff, he was being rude all the day and it was the time to put him in his place…. That guy is so inmature, even though he’s like 22.
Oh 22, that’s like, sooo old.
And then, the very emotional depressive posts.
I hate my life, I’ve been having dreams all these nights, they all resemble horror movies, horrible things happen in my dreams, but the worst is when I wake up and feel dissapointed, because it felt better inside the nightmare than in my real life. Why is everyone living and I can’t, what am I missing? Everything seems wrong, I’m sure someone with my life would be able to take it and get a lot of good things out of it, but I can’t, all I do everyday is crying, I can’t take my own life. I’m too weak, I don’t even know why I turned out like this. I dont’ even know what to do now because I can’t fucking kill myself.
It’s mostly embarrassing, but interesting at the same time. Can’t wait to be 25 and read what I just sent today. A lot can change in a year. Hopefully I’ll still be around?