A letter from November 29th, 2020

Dear FutureMe, Hey girl, it's seventeen year old you. It is 11:33 pm, I am procrastinating, and I am scared. College is almost here and I am so so very scared. We should be graduated by now, but if not, I still am proud of you. Where did we go? Did you make friends? Are you still pescatarian? Did we ask Tyler out? I am simping for him but I think he's going to find a cute Connecticut girl. Check if he is single. If not, lucky him. He has a basic last name anyway. You ought to be like twenty-two now? Dang. You still got your whole life ahead of you and you can buy a pillow pet without mom or dad's permission- I'm jealous. Everything you do matters, but it also does not at the same time. You can always change your path in life girlie. I wish you could send me a letter so I know what to do because frankly, I am so confused. We'll figure it out- together. Love you ma'am, DO NOT BE TOO HARD ON YOURSELF. P.S. go get yourself some Sam's Club pizza, you deserve it.