A letter from November 17th, 2020

Dear future me, Hi. I'm thirteen right now. How are you? Is the pandemic over? Did Biden/Harris get a second term? Do you still do silks? What are you doing? Right now I'm in my bedroom writing this down because I'm worried about the future. Will we know what to do in collage? Will we get better at math? Will we get married and start a family or stay single forever? Will we have a good job? I don't know. And you probably don't know either. Well, that's it! Happy early birthday! ~Thirteen year old me