A letter from May 6th, 2020

Dear FutureMe, I hope you are doing, well. If you remember correctly, around this time five years ago you were stuck inside and the end of your senior year approached without warning. As much as it sucks now, you're probably still paying off your student loans from Unity. I hope that your experience there was everything you hoped it would be. I can say for now that I am truly excited, but also a little anxious. Senior year was probably one of my best years of high school despite all of the anxiety and stress induced over the months. I don't know how that is going to relate to the upcoming four years in Maine. Academics aside, I really hope that you're in a better place emotionally. I can say that right now, the past two weeks have been awful. Everything right now is so stressful, and the urge to just stay in bed and not do anything is so strong without any motivational support from family or friends. I hope in the future you've grown stronger then the criticism of your parents and the choices they've made that impacted you over the years. I would like to say that its temporary, but the way I feel right now is that nothing I ever do or say will please our parents enough. As much as I wish to speed ahead through college and finish high school I hope that you find something or someone that made those years worth it. All of the pressure from our parents (I can probably guess that never went away, but you be the judge) , and the idea of leaving our friends behind and basically starting over is insane to think about. At the time of reading this, if you haven't talked to Lennon in awhile you really should. At the end of high school we both are running a race blindfolded, and I think maintaining those connections is something crucial. Whatever is happening now, I really hope that you are better off and have a better outlook on your life and the future ahead. That might not be the case right now, but the future is always something to look forward to regardless of how scary it might be. I don't know how else to end this, so take care? See you in another couple years? Maybe write another letter? The choice is yours.