Dear diary,

Today I'll be writing down some stuff for my future self in case she's dumb enough to get involved in some kind of accident and loses her memory.

FOR SEVERE CASES OF AMNESIA ONLY
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Dear future self, idk how you got yourself into this mess but don't worry, your past self is wise enough to be here to help.

Your name is Molly Mathers. Middle name is Dolly. I KNOW RIGHT. Molly Dolly. Our parents were maybe drunk when they wanted to name us and thought making a short nursery rhyme in our name would be funny. So it goes without saying that this middle name stays a secret. Let it be concealed from the rest of the world, or they shall feel my wrath.

Anywho. You love bagels. Bacon and greek yogurt is THE BEST combination, even though it irks everyone around you. But that's okay~ I genuinely hope your taste won't change coz that'll be a COMPLETE LOSS.

You love cats and otters to death but our parents won't allow any animals in the house, so now you're stuck with the goldfish sitting (or swimming?) in the fishbowl beside your bed. His name is Puffin. Don't forget to feed him and be nice to him okay.

Oh, and you seriously SUCK at giving out important information first. Exhibit A is this diary entry. Wait– well maybe that's just me. Nevertheless I hope in the future you'll learn to be less dumb than I already am. ueueue

You have two ABSOLUTE BESTEST FRIENDS EVER, ones who you know will survive with you through a zombie apocalypse. But only because they're funny. And also because they're always there for you when you're sad. And happy. Seriously, they're the best. Their names are Zac and Misha. (don't worry, if we do ever lose our memory, they'll come find you. they always do)

Hmm, what else do you need to know about your past self? Oh. You don't have any friends from elementary school because the ones who actually claimed to be your friends secretly hated you. I know. Tough luck. But you were the teachers' pet so I guess they were just jealous maybe? Middle school was tough, too. Who knew fitting in would be harder than picking the right ice cream flavor? High school? Meh. Went through it. Survived. But it's okay, just keep doing you, and you shall continue to prosper. At least Zac and Misha were the real ones. Still are. They rock. I don't think you can ever live without them. I know I can't :c

You're a... writer, (self-proclaimed i guess?) especially diary entries. This is your sixth diary in your lifetime. Occasionally you'd write a few poems here and there, but I still think they need a lot of improvement. Hopefully this amnesia will bring out more of your creative juice. And please don't stop with the diary entries. Like I said, they might be helpful.

You're also a big fan of young adult contemporary books. Sappy high school romance? Give it to you, and you can finish it in a whole night. Ok but ironically you're still quite picky with books, even when it comes to this genre. You HATE cliché. (emphasize on the hate!!!!!!!!) Bad boys and the lot. You only love the ones that don't involve death in the end but can still make you cry. Wow. Powerful. A REALLY good example is The Beginning of Everything by Robyn Schneider. Top of the list. I'd read that first if I were to lose my memory (hint hint hint)

OK WAIT what about your music taste? Well I'm glad you asked!! (wink wink) R&B and alternative, sometimes pop. A little bit of songs from other languages as well. Suffice to say your music taste as a whole is versatile. I like that. I hope you keep it that way. (please PLEASE do) Anyways you can just visit the playlists I've made to last forever. You'd be surprised with the supreme taste that I have. Or is it had...? Considering your memory loss and all. I dunno. It's just my first time writing something like this man how should I know.

Oh... sad news is, you're always alone at home. Your sister ran away a few years back because she couldn't stand your mom. Your parents spoil you a lot. And I mean a Lot lot, if you couldn't already tell from the size of your room alone. It's HUGE. Too huge that it feels empty. (ahahahahaha) Your parents are always busy. Always on their phones, rarely home.

I mean, I know that eventually it can feel a bit lonely at first, but you'll get used to it. The sadness catches up to you but you'll learn how to adapt to it. It sucks but you'll be fine. You're a bad bitch they can't kill you!!!!!!

Aaaanyways, I guess that's all??? For further information (lmao) you can either read your other diary entries or just ask Meredith!! (omg Meredith how could I have forgotten about her) She's your caretaker, but more like a mother. We both love each other to death, so don't you even Think about breaking her heart or I'll find a way to come and strangle your neck. I don't condone violence and I'm pretty sure it's impossible for two versions of one's self to be strangling each other in the same time and place but I'll do Anything for Meredith so don't you even try >:(

Aaaand I think that's all for now. Man I'm not even sure if I'm gonna end up having amnesia in the future but it's exciting to think so, yakno? I think about a lot of things, most of them about the future. I guess when your life is so bland you tend to opt for the non-reality. But it's good sis, it's all good.

Ok but my last words would probably be "count your blessings because you might be missing out on one".

Au revoir or some shit. BYE AND DONT MESS UP

—January 25th, 2015