A letter from June 1st, 2020

Dear FutureMe, It's Linda from June 1st 2020. I hope your doing well. I hope you're alive and successful. I hope the world has changed and is better than it used to be. I hope everyone in our family is still alive. I hope you're still in contact with los ninos cul and that they're doing well. Today, June 1st, 2020 you went bike riding with V and did 13.8 miles in 1 hour and 45 minutes. This past weekend there have been hundred of protests, riots, lots of looting. Anonymous came back out of hiding. They exposed the Royal Family about them being behind the ****** of Princess Diana, they exposed Donald Trump of being a rapist and pedophile and connected him the ****** of Jeffrey Epstein. Also Trump is hiding out in a bunker under the White House and turned off all the lights. ALSO he's deployed the National Guard and just implemented Martial Law. It'll always be **** TRUMP! **** it better be you trick *** *****... Anyways, this was supposed to be your best summer, I hope we made the most of it. I hope we actually got to experience a Senior year. So much for being that Class of 2021, we probably didn't get FNL's, Rallies, Food Fairs, Senior Night, A ******* GRADUATION. I am really hoping that things have changed and that we got to experience those things. I also really hope we're mentally and emotionally okay.. Let me find out that we still haven't found our soulmate because we have commitment issues.. I'll fight you. Oh and another thing, 5 years from now you'll probably be a junior in college, or you'll probably be working somewhere if you got your Associate's already. Anyways, I really hope it's still our dream to move to Oregon and be independent and maybe own a Jeep. You better have followed your heart and not your mind. I know everyone has always told us that we have to do something that has good income, but really *****, I have a feeling we might be doing something with our lives that might even be Non-Profit. I hope you married David Dobrik.. lmao it's a joke. Well at the moment you're writing this eating Cheez-It's and listening to How to Save a Life by The Fray. Straight vibing. I hope that we are finally comfortable in our skin and that we stopped comparing ourselves to other girls who probably had surgery to look that way. I hope our taste in music is still as immaculate as it is now. Still listen to ( or remember) Better Together by Jack Johnson-or any song by him, Shrike by Hozier, Hold On by Chord Overstreet, There's Something Dark by Dustin Kensrue. Among many others but I really mean it. Something tells me that we might still be single but it's all good. Repeat after me (out loud): Everything I did in the past will be forgotten, I was young, reckless, and in desire of affection. The things I did are things I should have never done in the first place but they're lessons that I gladly learned from. I hope mom and dad are still healthy and alive. Most importantly I hope you're happy, like genuinely. This may sound cliche or as if it was from a movie but, growing up we were never really used to expressing love or our feelings to marly, junior, diana or our parents. It was always weird or uncomfortable to say " I love you". It wasn't until Ezekiel and Ruby were born that you knew what love was, and that was a platonic love, imagine a romantic love. As I was saying I hope we've worked on communication skills and I really hope that we're happy. I hope that the person we're with loves us very much- if we're even with anyone. LEMME FIND OUT WE'RE IN A TOXIC RELATIONSHIP YOU DUMB *****. We know **** well Diana will beat our *** if thats happening, and I know we always say that we won't let that happen, but from what I've heard, love is blinding, or el amor apendeja. Additionally, I REALLY HOPE that we DON'T have kids because ****** I could never. I also really wish we don't live at home anymore, even if we stayed locally, best be outta the house g. Well that's it, I wish us the best in our journey called life. Oh and as Armas said Sophmore year : the slowest way to die is living. Period Atentamente, Linda in Quarantine; Linduh's life