A letter from May 3rd, 2020

Dear FutureMe, i hope you're okay. its the 3rd of may 2020. by the time you get this you'll be a couple years out of school. hopefully you've figured out what to do, as long as you're happy thats kinda all that matters. i hope you're really not entirely miserable. do you still talk to (my) friends? i know you've made new ones, if you haven't you're a ******* loser lol. main thing on my mind right now is that life is kinda slipping. i can picture myself 5 years from now reading this and thats really really scary. remember to make the most of it, last thing i want is to be five years older and have nothing to show for that time. make memories please, ill be sure to do the same here.