A letter from July 18th, 2020

Dear FutureMe, i hope you’re still alive. i hope life hasn’t been hard on you like it’s been on me in 2020. i just hope you’re happy. that’s all i’ve ever wanted to be. mom and dad are good right now. so are brett, jess and braydon. i hope i have nieces and nephews by then. i also hope i figure out wtf i’m doing with my life cause i have no clue in the present. i hope i find someone who makes me happy as well. i’m pretty lonely right now lol, but it is what it is. should i put some tik tok things in here to add some spice or something? like i feel this letter to MYSELF is too serious lmaooo. anyways, the most basic tik tok sound: yuhhh get into ittt. ta da. don’t be disappointed in me for that. anyways. i better go. i have work in the morning. i’m still lifeguarding, and i have about a week left until i am officially done. i hope you’re happy and healthy. also, this is probably a good note: if you’re not happy, we need to see a therapist. we’ve been depressed for too long without seeing a specialist, so if we are still stuck, let’s see someone. god, this is so weird. do we finally win over the govt? do all black oppressors face the consequences? i doubt it. most of them are top global elitist. they won’t be going anywhere anytime soon. did breonna get justice? did elijah mcclain finally get to rest in power? is trump still alive? i have a lot of questions sorry. is china still communist? i hope not. they’ve been trying to get their freedom for decades. okay, i will officially go to bed now. i guess i’ll see you in about 5 years. i hope you’re doing good. and if you’re not, then just know your past self loves you:)