A letter from May 14th, 2020

Dear Future Me, This is like the fifth class in my history of school that has made me write a letter to my future self. So that’s fun. So hopefully, you are out of your emo phase. Because right now at this very moment of writing this, I am wearing a My Chemical Romance shirt with a chain and mismatched earrings. Not that that’s bad I love my look. I’m just hoping I’ll change by the future. If we make it there. Because you know, CORONA VIRUS. The worlds ending. So that sucks. Anyway, right now as I type this, another Glee episode plays. I’m hoping I won’t still be addicted to that show in the future. But I probably will be. I’m really hoping I’ll be different. I mean I still wanna be me, but there’s plenty of things I’d like to change. During this time of quarantine, I have been working out a lot. I only started a week or two ago so not much of my body has changed but I’m still making progress. You better still be working out. I wanna make sure I’m still taking care of my body and staying in shape. And also I love working out. It makes me feel good. So if you’ve stopped working out, start again. I mean you might not take this amazing wisdom from your fourteen-year-old self but you should. Because even as a little teenage baby, I am a wise owl. You might be wondering where I’m going with this. I don’t know either. I didn’t watch Ms. T’s video all the way through so I’m just making stuff up as I go. And I just woke up so this probably won’t be too good. But I want to get it out of the way because I want to watch Conspiracy videos. And knowing myself as I do, you probably won’t care much either. I doubt you’ll even read this. But you probably will want to see how depressed you were as a young teenager. Well anyway, you most likely have a lot of other letters to read from my other past selves. So this is goodbye. With no love at all Your fourteen-year-old self Have fun with college sucker