A letter from November 9th, 2020

Dear FutureMe, I hope your better. Things are rough at the moment, your worried your not gonna make it to the end of the year, but I secretly hope you do. Have you come out yet, I know your scared but I think you’ll feel much more free once you do. Found love yet, at the moment all you want is a girlfriend. Although you don’t feel like you deserve one, your self conscious and constantly tear yourself down. Don’t fall for straight brunettes, all they do is make your heart hurt. I hope life’s treating you well, deep down you deserve it. This year has been the worst, it started out really scary because of covid. At first you were scared for your family and friends but as the months went on, it was your mental health that was the most worrying. You constantly thought about ending it. But I guess if your reading this letter you didn’t. I wonder where your at, still at Waitrose or did you join the army and live your dream. Any kids, I really hope you have one. Being a mum is all you’ve ever wanted, I know you’d be awesome at it, even if you don’t know what your doing half the time. It’s your 23rd birthday in 10 days, feels weird that I’m getting older but haven’t accomplished anything. I hope you’ve traveled the world and seen the most amazing things with the most amazing people. But most of all, I hope your happy. Because that’s all you need in life. I love you and I know you love me. Good luck out there. See you in 5 years