A letter from January 17th, 2020

Dear Future Me, It’s been 5 years, which is insane. Right now I’m an 8th grader going to mtvms, but when you get this, you’ll be in COLLEGE. If you aren’t in college, you’ll be at least graduated and hopefully out of the house. I want to congratulate you, for making it this far. You’ve done well, and you can’t give up now. I won’t let you. Anyway, right now I’m listening to Copycat by Billie Eilish, on my bed, with a peeling red face because I got an allergic reaction to moisturizer😂😂 depression. RAIN BY BEN PLATT JUST CAME ON AND NOW YOURE GOING TO LISTEN TO IT TO BRING BACK AT LEAST UR 8TH/9TH GRADE YEARS. Do you wish, ever, to go back to be, well, to be me?? What would you do differently? Why would you want to go back? Dang, it’s so weird knowing that my 19 year old self will one day be getting this. Stay strong, you have less than a year to be a teenager, it’s halfway through this decade, you still have a lot of life to look forward to, I believe in you. Think back to, well, being what I am now. I know that I’m clueless about my future life and it ***** me. I want to know if I’ll, well, be happy. AND I WANNA KNOW IF MY FACE WILL EVER STOP PEELING AND BEING DRY AND RED. In conclusion, I’m here to tell you how amazing you are, and how ready I am to take on high school, to finish middle school, to take on getting rejected (again...) by taylor. Haven’t thought of him in a while, have you? Or maybe you have and you’re still friends and you could be dating him, could be like I am now, liking him from afar, knowing it won’t happen, you could end up hating him, for all i know. Anyway, be strong, stay strong, through those college years. You did it in high school, you’ll do it in college (that’s what she said :)) Sincerely, Me, 1/17/20, 9:22PM