A letter from April 18th, 2020

Dear Future Me, Happy 23rd birthday! As you probably still remember, the "past you" was writing this in a term when everyone was being told to stay at their home. I absolutely certain you are survived from this epidemic. And it's also a term when thinking seems so difficult, cause you had never been at this situation in your entire life, you were at the end of an alley. Climb the wall or turn back? At this time, I don't know what will happen and no one knows either, but you do. If you're able to climb the wall, you would be given another alley. But if you have to turn back instead, I'm pretty sure God still has His good times to let you climb it another day with mature preparation. I just want to tell you to stop sobbing like a baby and exaggerating things that can be simplified. You are growing old, man. And if you are still like you were, I would kick my own *** right after reading this. I hope everything's fine. You had owed a lot, remember that. You should pay them off . And I wish you are still interested in white violin you told me while watching classical orchestra. That's all I want to say, I don't want to bother your busy day haha. Stay safe, man. Presto una luce ti illuminerà.