In the light of The Time Traveler's Wife (yes, I just watched it... finally!) and joining a Facebook group of my alma mater just 24 hours ago, I couldn't help but be bothered by something. I was feeling restless and I knew there was something missing... so I searched.

Lo and behold...

OMG. A letter.

Addressed to me.

Written by me.

With an obsolete calling card. XD

And yeah, my room looked like a tornado had swept past it. I was right in the letter about my room. Hmmm. I knew myself a lot.

I guess that's why I wrote to myself 10 years ago. The first page was me blabbing about how bored I was, how paranoid I got, and how life was treating me at 16 years old! So you can just imagine what I wrote there... at the peak of my adolescence! LOL!

My, my... how times flies.

The second page was more or less sane enough to read...

But it doesn't change the fact that I was talking to myself. It felt weird... and good at the same time. WTF!

Ah life....

Remind me that the next time I write to myself, I should definitely put some ca$h in it. Dang! All I got was a lousy calling card from me. I should know better this time around. :)

Next letter coming up in 2020. Wow. I hope to be alive to read it by then.

So do you guys talk to yourselves, too? And how many of you wrote to yourselves at some point in your lives?