A letter from August 16th, 2020

Dear Hollie Hi. Oh wow what do I say? Uhm. I hope you're good. With your 12th grade self. Look at you! You made it, wow. Your last year. Are you excited? I sure am. I hope you have that dope haircut you've always wanted at least now. I hope you're passing. How good are you at art now? Can YoU dRaW mE- okok no lol. Love yourself, Reagan. You are whatever the **** you are and no matter what you're beautiful. I wish I could post pictures, I'd give you all my art now so you could look back and smile at your progress. I'm dealing with a little bit of art block right now. But I know it will be all okay What happened in 2020? I think some witch maybe hexed it? I wish you amazing luck this year Reagan. I wish.... Me good luck -geez that sounds entitled-. I hope our cats are still alive. I know that they're amazing. But smile because it happened. Is humor really randomly generated now? I wonder what memes look like in five years. I hope they haven't gone to ****. Anyways, I've been rambling for too long. Stay safe Reagan. <3