A letter from May 12th, 2020

Dear FutureMe, picture it, you’re 17. You spontaneously went to california during the corona virus to see caleb and maddie out at dads. jorden just graduated and now you’re a senior. you’re just now realizing that in five years you’ll all be living your lives and the memories we had will fade away. so please go and look at those old videos and pictures, remember all the late night drives and nights spent drunk dancing with your best friends, or smoking a blunt in the school parking lot because that’s the only think to do in the small town that you desperately want to leave but at the same time want to stay living in the comfort of home. don’t forget the people that made you who you are because right now i’m with them and i’m absorbing every second. not gonna lie 17 year old you is high as **** right now. go smoke some pot and call tay and jorden. love, cece