A letter from May 2nd, 2020

Dear FutureMe, hey. how's it going? The world is kind of crazy right now. Hopefully corona has a vaccine now, and it can go back to just being a beer. Quarantine is kind of bland. i watch the news and work out and do school, and watch tiktoks and youtube videos. i bleached a pair of shorts. they dont look that great. I hope you are still in school, and havent moved. really i wish that you are happy. im not really happy right now. i dont think anybody is. i have been off school for months now, and i miss my people. i miss friends and actually seeing my friends, in real life. not six feet apart, and not virtually. but i have a feeling that its going to be a long time before any of that can safely happen. not that people arent already doing that. they probably shouldn't. Im definitley not, mom and dad would be too much to risk. april is gone, now. i think it's may. april felt like thirty seconds. usually april feels like a pale green color, or maybe a blue, but this year it was grey. just blank, neutral gray. but with chaotic undertones, like when you mix all of the paint colors. I cant believe this is basically the last month of the school year. i havent bothered using proper capitialization for this letter, and i really don't think i care. last night i wrote an entire essay and made a powerpoint. its due at 11.59 tonight, but instead of turning it in then i do it the night before and turn it in that way it looks like i'm responsible and didn't procrastinate for a week. other than corona, hopefully "future me" has redone her room and figured out her ********* by the time she is reading this. i really hope im happy. at this point, thats the main thing i wish for for you. and if you arent, take a moment. just take a moment, and breath. listen to old music. you know what makes you happy, dont let yourself drift away. appreciate that it isn't 5 years ago.