A/N: the song below is mine and may not be used without my permission.
Spencer sat on his bed and began to write:
Dear future me,
It's you from the past.
I have so many questions I want to ask.
Did you ever get respect
From those who mocked your intellect?
Did you ever get over when Dad left?
Or do you still feel like he left you bereft?
Did Momma finally get the help she needs?
Or was she just left out to bleed?
I hope you got the degrees that you want.
I hope you rose above all of the taunts.
I hope your career is one that you love.
And fulfills all the things I'm dreaming of.
Did you ever find a cure for schizophrenia?
Or at least do you have an idea?
Are you happy with the life that you chose?
And did you find someone to love more than they know?
I guess it's silly asking all of these questions now,
But I have the feeling you'll know somehow.
Someday I'll get to see you in the mirror,
When all these questions become a lot clearer.
Until then I wish you well,
And can't wait to hear stories that you'll have to tell.
Ten years later, Spencer opened the letter, and just smiled.