A letter from May 4th, 2020

Dear FutureMe, It’s currently 3 in the morning and I can’t sleep. I found this website trough TikTok (is that still a thing?). When you get this, we’re 21 years old. We’re like- so old. But so young at the same time. It’s the (I think) tenth week in quarantine, and we’re still on cottage in Karlov. I’m writing this in English because my English got so bad over the last year. I’ve lost practice and I can’t understand basically half of what Ame texts me, I’m so lost in everything I read and I’m ashamed of myself. I really need to work on this. I hope, that in the future we get better and less easy. That would be great... I’m sorry for making this so messy I’m on my phone and I really don’t know what else to do when I can’t sleep. It’s been hard, couple last days. Ame thinks I’m depressed, I just think I’m being a drama queen for no reason again. Volleyball, spending so much time with my family all of sudden, not being able to see my friends. Everything is so different but it’s not that bad at the same time. I’m worried my relationship with mom is only getting weaker by this quarantine, and that makes me sad. For some reason, I still feel like defending myself and fighting every time we argue. I don’t know why. I hope we’re doing better in the future. I hope we have a cute boyfriend or girlfriend for example, wouldn’t that be fun? Did we accomplish our dream? Do we still play volleyball? Did we get to America with FLEX? Are we living alone? Is Ame still our best friend? I hope we’re alright. I hope everyone is alright and everyone is happy, too. Wish you luck and all the best, FutureMe Alex, 4.5. 2020