A letter from April 30th, 2020

Dear FutureMe, You have written this in your phone notes too and I hope You read my emails in 2025. The year is 2020, the global coronavirus pandemic is happening, but you are on messenger calls and Snapchat calls and Houseparty to some people you met online you got drunk one night you got high and you talk to a friend this is the epiphany to occur after. A letter to my future self I could be good, ******* stick with it girl you have this If you are reading This then **** is getting tough you’ve gone through your struggles in the past and **** gets bad sometimes. But you have got it It might be bad at the moment you might be struggling to pay bills but you’re ******* good You might not think you’re gorgeous but you are are, you can look ******* bomb when you want to know what you want I know you can be great from past me to future me I see it you’re good at what you do you’re a kind person you’re a caring person just be chill because you can do amazing things whether that be dropping a sick song in a few years that is just going to blow everybody’s minds bringing something new to the game Or photography because you can take and edit a good ******* picture or editing because you can make something moving out of nothing you are resourceful and you are talented but you just have to work push because right now I’m ******* hungry I’m starving and I’m desperate and needy and that feels me fuels me to push harder to try new **** because you don’t know what you’re good at unless you’ve tried it stay true to yourself and **** if you do make it don’t let that change you because fame can either make you or break you don’t let it break you