A letter from June 18th, 2020

Dear Me, hey ***** its me. right now i wish it wasnt me that was talking to you, i wish that it was someone who had knowledge of life and people and how to communicate their feelings. i barely even wish i was here writing the letter. but hey, youre 18 now and i hope youve found the courage to move on and not pray that everyday you can finish your shampoo and conditioner at the same time. i think youre quite cool you know. i think that you can still ride your pennyboard and make friends with random *** people over instagram. i hope you can feel confident in your own body. i hope you can look at yourself in the mirror everyday and say 'im worth it'. i hope that youve dated some HOT *** guys girls and enbys. i guess i also hope youve figured out youre ****** identity and *********. elisha. i hope that name brings you memories i hope that u confess your feelings for her, and i hope she doesnt drag you to the depths of depression by rejecting you. i hope that youre working on going to unversity and i know that you an do it. youre strong and trust me when i say the world will know your name. AND IS DANNY DEVITO DEAD YET?!?!?!??! love you sometimes, me