A letter from December 12th, 2018

Dear FutureMe, Hey giiiiirl ... ugh. Anyway, uh, I guess I have a few things to ask you. First of all, you... I? Um, we just turned 22! We? Wait... No, no, no. I didn't turn 22. I myself am 15 right now. It's just you, you just turned 22. Ah... Whatever. Happy Birthday! That's what I wanted to say. Now, I don't mean to make you feel bad if you didn't. No, I really don't. You're me, after all. And I definetely don't want to make myself feel bad. Why would I, anyway? I don't like feeling bad, it's, uh... bad. I'm getting off track. I meant to ask you... What are you doing right now? I mean, not at this exact very moment, obviously, as you're currently reading this unnecessarily long letter. I mean, what are you doing with your life? Do you still live at home, with mom, Hugo(ugh), and Taty? I don't mind that, brother's your same age right now and he still lives here. Are you studying illustration or related? Are you on a relationship? Were you ever on a relationship with my current crush? Did you at least kiss once? What about Sushi? Is she still there? Any new kittens? That's all I wanted to ask. So... Bye for now... From the past Love, I guess? -15y/o you