A letter from November 16th, 20

Dear FutureMe, Hey, Patrick! I hope you’re doing great. I’m just gonna get straight to the point here. What’s it like being 19? Goodness, you are o l d no offence. Hopefully the pandemic has ended! I hope you’re living a better life right now! How are the kittens? How is your mother? I hope she’s okay, I hope everything’s okay. Did you save up enough money to move to a new country? Right now, you hate where you are, so I hope you’re alright. You better be alright, you promised yourself. Are you still a gigantic simp for band members? (Ahem specifically Pete Wentz?) You are crushing HARD right now. Did you come out of the closet yet? If not, go do it you wimp! Wait.. that would make me right now a wimp since I’m not out.. well done Patrick you made a fool of yourself in front of.. you! Do you still have anxiety? Does it ever go away? God, I hope it does, I need something to look forward to. Whoever you are right now, just know that your 14 year old self is proud of you no matter what. Oh! And Happy Birthday!