A letter from June 8th, 2020

Dear FutureMe, Wow. Hi! How are you? Who are you? This is from 2020. Remember that YA novel of a year? It’s kind of insane. But I’m trying to think of it as the best year. I hope that after 2020, the world will be a better place. Maybe the world will still be alive by the time you get this. Hopefully it is. I’m turning thirteen in five days! Four, not counting today. Hopefully being a teenager wont be as terrifying as everyone says it is. Just some stuff about almost-thirteen-years-old you: you loved to read. I hope you still do in the future. You are OBSESSED with Grey’s Anatomy and Owen Hunt is your least favorite character (because he’s a pig). You currently identify as bi, but your about 85% sure that you’re a lesbian. Your favorite color is light purple or forest green, and you still don't have a favorite book. And, you want to name your super-future kids George for a boy, and Sunny for a girl. Of course, you have a whole list saved on notes, but these were the top two. You listen to Girl in Red (obviously), Panic! At the Disco, and Cavetown. You also like Harrys Styles kinda. You just started laying guitar, which you like a lot, and you don't really have a favorite movie, though Love, Simon is awesome. Some super good authors are Tilly Walden, Sarah J Maas, Rick Riordan, and Cassandra Clare. But the series that is probably your favorite is Keeper of the Lost Cities. Also your in love with Keene and Fitz can go die in a hole. Remember that. Look, seventh grade sucked. There wasn’t as much drama as in sixth, but none of your school friends have talked to you since March 13 so...we don't know what’s going on there. What we do know is that eighth grade is gonna be different. You are going to know your worth, and NO ONE can take that away from you. Just because they’re nice to you once doesn’t mean they aren’t toxic. Your can do better than that. You need to. You know what’s crazy? You’ve started talking to yourself. Well, its more like you’re talking to an imaginary person. ****. When I’m writing it down, it sounds like I have an imaginary friend. This is what quarantine has done to you. Ugh. Also: are you still friends with Josie? Hang on to her. I have a feeling you two are gonna need each other. She’s your (platonic) soulmate. I know it. So hello, future me. How’s life? How are you feeling? Take care of yourself. Make sure that you have people to love and be loved by. Also don't ever date a guy named Ryan. Don’t do it. Whenever you hear that name you think of B.J Novak and he’s...blegh. Sincerely, 2020 Me.