A letter from April 24th, 2020

Dear FutureMe, I hope you’ve reached the amount of fame that you wanted, maybe you have come to terms with your ********* and your body. I hope you are so very skinny and rich. Perhaps you’ll be topping the charts or have 50m Instagram followers. Now I’m in quarantine and I’m losing it just hope that you would understand that I’m going mad. Maybe at this point in life you’ve overcome most of our demons, and I love you if you did, if you didn’t i hate you. Just know that I suffered a lot just for you to settle down, reach for fame go out, go bold , go big. Don’t give up just yet. Go to auditions, be that *****. -btw tell everyone to call u Markkkkkkkksssss