A letter from January 26th, 2018

Aye my dudeeee ( smh i need to s t o p) Uh, you're currently 13, music obsessed, and hating life (School.) Anyways , you're a disappointment, had a D in pre algebra last semester, and are an anxious mess who complains too much so yee. Your current best friends are Paige D. , Aiyana R. , Brady R. , Nina H. Cierra C. , and you have crush on Marshall W. for whatever reason. So far, your goals are to survive school, play ukulele more, play bass more, learn guitar, and learn drums. Oh and also to stop being a self-loathing moron ;))))) Did you survive middle school? Are you alive? are your friends alive??? DID MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE GET BACK TOGETHER YET??????????/ aaaanyway, it's january 26th (i think), 2018. Grandpa died in august, pretty sure mom's a little more than a bit depressed. How's college life treating you?? Psych major? genealogy? Mom stalking you? Still friends w/ everyone afore mentioned?? Honestly i've hoped that you gained a bit more confidence since now, you weirdo. Let me make a guess: You still haven't gotten into a relationship and haven't had your first kiss? I thought so. Okay my dude, bye. remember to let loose a bit, bc you sure as hell aren't right now. Live for me a bit, and dye your hair purple. I did, it was semi perm and faded aftr a week. P.S: EVERYBODY IS EATING TIDE PODS AND IDK WHAT TO DO. and there are some dumb memes, let me tell youuu. once again bye