A letter from May 14th, 2020

Dear FutureMe, Hey *****- it's me, bet you thought you'd seen the last of me. It's crazy to think that while I'm writing this to you I'm 20 and we're in the middle of a god **** pandemic, talk about ****** timing right? We'd just finish cosmetology school and finally had our life together and now we're staying up till 5am and waking up at 8pm like a dumbass. I'm really hoping you're in a salon, maybe working your way to doing hair for musicals and plays, maybe you'll have a girlfriend! Yo if you do, tell her hi for me and ask where the **** she's been (don't really but I also know you would because well..I'm you so I know some ****) I swear I better be able to take my boards soon, even if I'm afraid I'll fail my written (really need to start studying again so I don't **** us both). I'm hoping you're happy when you get this, feel like you did when we had good days on the floor and finally felt like we belonged somewhere. Whelp, I guess I'll see you on the flip side my dude Peace out, 20 year old you