A letter from September 11th, 2020

Dear FutureMe, Dear future self, I hope you are able to become a person who is not shut in this shell I call social anxiety like I am right now, and still are not ensnared in these shackles called restrictions and expectations. I also hope you find more interesting hobbies other than sitting in front of a tv rotting your brain. I also hope that you can still communicate with your friends in high school I also hope that you can get that big house high up in the mountain where the air is thinner making it slightly less welcoming to wandering guests. My last message is don't be an idiot, unlike your past self. From your past self