A letter from Dec 19th, 2021

Dear Future Me, At the time of writing this, it’s currently 4:05 AM on Sunday, December 19th, 2021. By the time you read this, you’ll be in your second to last Christmas Break before college. Hell, if we even go to college. I’m still not sure about that. I hope we do, but at the same time, I don’t wanna say goodbye to my friends. Riggs, Mateo, Jack, Avishkar, Ben, Mason, Payton, Diego, Dayton, Nathan, Hayden, and others I probably don’t remember right now. Even though I won’t want to say goodbye, they might be ready to. I need to be able to do that. **** man, Mateo doesn’t even know if he’s going to Flower Mound. He was my first friend. I hope we remember him. I want to remember him. Back to college, I want to go. That’d be great. But what kind of college am I gonna get into the way I am now? Rory’s gonna be in a great college because she’s really smart and super athletic. More than I ever could be. And even though I may not say it, I hope she gets into a great college and wins every game. If she can even decide what college she’s going to. She can’t decide right now. She’s tryna find good education and good soccer in the same place. I recently discovered a joy of mine for telling stories. Fictional stories that I create on the fly about whatever I want, whatever flamboyant or creative-beyond-reason ideas I come up with, the first thing that comes to my mind is: What if I made this into a story? How would people react? In the future, do we eventually pickup a pencil and notebook and just start writing away whatever crazy idea comes to mind? I’m just gonna cover this now. I hope you’re comfortable and happy with who you are. You know what I mean. Do we still watch anime? If so, we better be chill about it. Like if we’re ******* nerds about it and **** I will **** you. Is my favorite anime still Jujutsu Kaisen? If It’s One Piece in your time I want you to jump of a bridge. We better chill about it. Oh, and please tell me I kept the amount of anime funko pops to a reasonable ratio with the others. Is the gaming rig still the same? Is the chip shortage over? Have we gotten really good at a game we love? Have we fixed our banging on the desk? I hope so for all of these. I hope we’ve decided what we’re gonna do about athletics in High School. I want to do soccer in high school, but I’m not good enough as I am now. I’d love to be better. To be at that level. I don’t want to be “just Rory’s little brother”. So, do we do athletics in high school, and if so, do we do soccer? Or do we pick up football for the hell of it? If we don’t do athletics, we better not be ******* fat. If you are fat, go to god**** gym you ****** retard. You don’t need to have abs yet either. Just don’t be fat. Abs doesn’t mean strength, like in Avishkar’s case. If you are depressed, which I know is a possibility, cus high school and all, don’t listen to that voice in your head saying all those horrible things about you. Those aren’t true. On a lighter note, please at least have been in the talking stage with 2 girls. I’m not setting my expectations high for you since I know my own bounds, but please. Just 2. It’s all I ask. Well. That concludes it. My letter to my future self. I hope these things all go in our favor. Godspeed, my boy. Godspeed.