A letter from April 27th, 2020

Dear FutureMe, Hey it’s 14 year old you. Right now you are texting at 1am because your scared. You’re scared of tomorrow, you're scared of your future, you’re scared of what will come once you open your eyes again and when you will. When you are reading this you should be 20. I hope things are going well and you are still alive and healthy. I hope you are happy and has some idea what you are going to do with your life. If you don’t though just remember you survived 5 years to read this, you can survive 5 more. After those 5 years are up you can go for another 5 more and on and on. I’m not sure who loves you but I hope your happy.