A letter from February 17th, 2020

Dear FutureMe, You are now 28? or 7 or 9...23 year old you couldn't work it out. 23 year old you couldn't work a lot of things out half the time. I hope you are alive still and you haven't thrown in the towel. At the same time I hope you haven't tortured yourself with unhappiness and loneliness for all these years. Are you settled down? if so ew. what happened to being independent and keeping to yourself. I only kid. I hope you have found your true self and healed some more of the wounds you've probably gone through in this time. I hope you are big in the art world by now? I also hope you finally published that book... that you've probably spent years writing. Knowing you, you ended up deleating it all. **** sake tab. Anyway congratulations for whatever is going positive. I hope you are out of Northampton. I hope you finally lost all the weight you wanted but still eat carbs everyday. Keep your mind clear tab. I hope you are content atleast.