My letter full of questions and existential crisis

Dear Future Me, It's September 24th, 2021 2:10 pm. Hey, what's up. I obviously don't know you too well. But maybe I stayed the same. Yeah, doubt it anyways how's senior year? What high school do we go to? What are our friends like? Do we have friends? Do our parents think we are a disappointment? Are you happy? Oh wow, nice Akofa, pull a Bo Burnham on your future self. Do we still listen to Bo Burnham? What about YPTC? Wait are you reading this? Are you dead?! Well if you are not dead, Hi *enter awkward noises here* sooo. What are we? Who are we? Have we moved? Can we drive? Do we have a car? Is it Dad's car (the green Stelvio Alfa Romeo)? What about the pandemic? Wait, IS THAT HOW WE DIE!? Right, forgot we're not dead sooooo. Um, If we did move, how is our new house? Do we have a pool? A book nook? How are Mom and Dad? Are they alive? Are you okay? Anyways I hope that we are and that Mom and Dad are ok. I want you to be happy. I mean you have to deserve that at least right? Right. Maybe. Probably. Right? Great goodbyes, Akofa Deh, 12 years old September 24th 2021, 2:47 pm