A letter from May 25th, 2020

Dear FutureMe, I'm not even sure where to begin. I'm currently at a point in my life where I'm lost. I'm trying to find myself. I'm learning how to cope. I'm learning how to move forward. How are the dogs? How are your parents? Did mom ever make it with her business? How is school? Are you still friends with the same people? Do you look different? How's high school? Do you think differently? Do you walk or talk differently? I hope the future me has grown from what I am now. How are you dealing with Chica passing? Right now I'm working on letting her rest. I've barley come to terms now with her passing. I've finally realized she's gone. I hope your school life is much better than what it is now. I hope you're wise enough to have chosen good friends. Realize the red flags. Realize toxic people when you meet them. I hope these are all things you have manifested. If not, let's work on that. Please realize how important your future is. School is all you have. Nobody to rely on. No plan B. All you have is you and the knowledge you are given through school. Please, make out to be something. Anything. All your successes and failures are now determining the person you are becoming. You were not put on this Earth to amount to nothing. Are you finally living out your dream of driving with no final destination? Do you have any love interests so far? I hope so. Nothing new here. Nothing extravagant. Not yet at least. I want future me to know there IS hope. I know right now I'm broken with little to no motivation. But I hope you found yourself. Picked up the broken pieces. I hope you are stronger than me now. I hope you can stand up for yourself a little better now. I hope you choose carefully on who to stand up for, though. Me now has a problem with that. Seeing something that isn't fair or right and blindly throwing yourself into your friends problem. I hope now you've taken a rest from being the protector. But rather being the protected. You do a lot for other people without noticing it. You give voices to people are too scared to make their voices heard themself. But I hope you also don't depend on anyone. Confusing right? I know. I just hope one day you can be better than the person I am now. I hope you know what you want and who you are. But I also know that's confusing. I just hope you have a better understanding at least. You are 14 right now. You are in 8th grade. Or going to 9th grade I suppose. What happened with this whole COVID-19? Is this a thing of the past now? Did anything change because of it? Are you planning to go to college? I know mom has been bugging us about that. I hope you know you are loved. I hope you are happy with the person you are now. If not, let's work on that. I have hope in you. Let's take all these bad and good memories, all these obstacles, all these doubts or all these things that have happened and make something amazing out of it. With love, Old Angelina from 2020.