A letter from May 19th, 2020

Dear FutureMe, Yo! What's up my boy!? So this is currently May 19, 2020. I suppose you're famous and rich by now. At least I hope so. If not, don't start to cry or anything, it's fine. I'm pretty sure you're still grinding. I wish you could send me some advice or some help. Times are tough right now, but of course you'd know. If you forgot about your dreams then I'll help you remember: music artist, gamer/YouTuber/, and/or someone involved with the media. Also, I hope you picked the right girl to go with. It's pretty tricky on who I want to pick as of right now, but I'm positive you made the right decision. It kind of bugs me that I will never be able to see you, but I will someday be you. Do well for us please, man. I love you my boy. Hold it down for everyone. Also, great granny is getting real old. If she has passed away by the time you get this, (God forbid), I just wanna say keep your head up. You've had people die before, but I know that this one probably hurt the most. Just don't think too much about it. Don't forget her, but live through her name. Let's just skip that part, I don't want to think too much about it. But like I said before, I love you so much. I know you're out there at least doing something you want to do so I'll stop here. Live on the dream fam. *inserts otter emoji* -Tone2x