A letter from July 9th, 2020

Dear FutureMe, Wow, holy **** FIVE years from now?! That’s a long time dude. That’s a super long time. But hey, down to the real stuff. If you’re reading this rn I’m absolutely shocked. How did you live another five years dude that’s CRAZY!! I’m honestly not sure if I’ll ever read this letter again. Maybe I will maybe I won’t. I honestly have no clue. By 21 I’ll legally be able to purchase a handgun and that could be disastrous. Hopefully I didn’t do that. Hopefully I bought some ****** wine instead and celebrated my birth rather than cursing it. I hope you’re alright future me. That’s a lot of growth. Five years. ****. But on a more positive note you’re probably done with college now! I guess you still have law school but from what I’ve heard that’s a whole different animal. Hope you didn’t suck *** on your LSAT. Maybe you got into a highly competitive law school? No clue. Don’t want to put too much pressure on you. I believe in you no matter what you’ve done or haven’t done. You are me and I am you and that’s incredible. We have the same brain, the same memories, the same feelings. Dude this is crazy. Honestly though, can you please tell me that everything will be alright? Can you tell me that I’ll be ok and that I’ll still be here to watch myself graduate with a BBA and then get into a good law school? Did I have fun? Am I ok? Please tell me I wish I knew. I really don’t but oh well it’s all good. It’s a vibe. Love you queen. Hope you’re doing ok. So much love to you from past you 🥺❤️