A letter from September 25th, 2020

Dear FutureMe, Uhm, yeah, there's not much i can say right? I'm in 2020, 13 years old. I'm very bad at talking with people, i can see myself is not an exception ha ha. I hope this have changed by the time i'm reading this again. I hope that you/me only decide to come out of the closet(as enby, i think coming out as panromantic will be chiller) when i have lefted my parents home. I don't want problems with people i see everyday it would be ✨unconfy✨. So yeah...i hope you/me can have a great career at body piercing and don't change that mind, you know "we" hate studying and **** lmao. I really hope i'll still be friends with Tobias, or even still be dating him(yes i'm a 13 years old **** who dates another 13 years old). I wish i can be a little bit less anxious(even tho i don't have anxiety, chill) and buy a ******* binder because i can't deal with this ✨dysphoria✨(btw, i'm not a trans boy, but my bf is, i'm enby). I hope i can still be friend with Tavi(or whatever is her name, she said she changed it but ***** didn't tell me for some reason) and PF. I won't talk about the pandemic bcs i don't mind it, i'm actually enjoying it. One more thing, by 2025 i expect i will already have finished my english course and will travell to Canada(mostly because this is one of the least homophobic countries in the world, much love to Canada). Yeah i think that's pretty much it, i'm too boring to talk about more insteresting things, bye 💀. (btw, i'm they/he ha ha just wanted to say that) (i swear to god if i/you cry while reading this i'll kick your ***) Deadass, (hopefully still) Finn.