A letter from November 27th, 2020

Dear FutureMe, It's 2020 right now and I'm kinda on my last legs. I finally got a car, so that's neat. I hope this finds you in good health and even better circumstances than I was in. I'm really hoping to God that you're doing better than I am. I'm trying to have uncomfortable conversations with people and set boundaries so that I can maintain my mental health. I want to be a twitch streamer and a YouTuber so bad, and I just want a job in general so bad right now. It's absolutely eating me up. Please tell me we're doing better. Also, just wanted to ask, do we still listen to AJR? I know we go through music phases and definitely don't listen to what we did when we were 16. I hope the state of the country is better by then too. We're just getting out of Trump and into Biden, but I'm still so worried about everything. Most of all I really hope we still have this email when this does finally get mailed. Would be pretty **** for me to write all this out and not have any kind of reflection from it. Man I feel like dying every day right now and I hope it gets better. It has to right? Bummerland calls my name rn. I don't really know how to end this. I want to make sure I have everything down, but I know I'm gonna be missing something. I'm 21 years old and I feel like an absolute failure. My girlfriend keeps me going most of the time, and my absolute fear of ***** adds to that. If we're dead by the time this reaches us, then what the ****? I know we didn't do it. We could never do it. Well. Anyways. That's me, signing off. I love you and I can't wait to see what we've done with ourselves in 5 years. Good luck.