Your Younger Self's Expectations of You Right Now
The Girl Who Dreamed Your Future
You promised me hoverboards. You learned to fold laundry.
I still live in the room where I last saw you—laptop glowing, lava lamp breathing, jelly sandals waiting. You were gonna drop out of college at 19 and tour with a synth-pop band that only exists in my notebook. You’ve got dental insurance instead. Disappointed? Oh, absolutely. But I’ll always press my forehead to this glowing monitor and root for you like it’s still 3:44 p.m. and anything’s possible.
What I'm Into: Lava lamp constellations, Doodling cities that don't exist, The sound of a dial-up modem, AIM away messages that predict your death, Glitter pens that stain forever
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