A letter from June 8th, 2020

Dear FutureMe, Hey. You'll be 18, almost 19 by the time you receive this. Hopefully, you still have the same email then lol. I hope everything is awesome for you by now. You should be an adult by now, and you will have the freedom and restraints of an adult. Have you decided how many kids you'll have? Do you have any? I hope you are with someone by now and are happy. It's been kind of tough for me. I want it to be better for you. My feelings are out of control. I can't contain them, and I don't know what's going on. Please be okay. Please, let things be better for you. It's gonna get worse is what I'm told. But hopefully, you'll move past that stage, and get find someone to love. But hey, love someone that is kind to you. That loves you for who you are, weird bits and all. You are gonna be okay. Don't hurt yourself, don't do drugs, and look both ways before crossing the street. I love you, Your 12-year-old past self.