A letter from December 4th, 2020

Dear Future Mya, Today is Friday, December 4, 2020. I guess I'll start off by saying what's relevant to me at the time I'm typing this letter. My favorite song right now is Lost In You by Three Days Grace (I hope you haven't lost your good sense of music). My favorite snack right is probably those stupid Gringettos or whatever. Ummm... grandma Peggy passed away last week from coronavirus. So you can imagine how sad I am. That reminds me, are you still sensitive? Have you joined the Air Force, have you traveled, are you living okay? Do you have a significant other? I wish you could send me a letter from the future... Between me and you.. I'm scared. I'm so very terrified. It seems like I have many expectations for myself but no motivation. Sometimes I wake up in the morning and just ask the universe "Why." What's my purpose, why can't I express passion for something? This year is my last year of high school. I'm terrified that I will always be in the same situations. I thought I was better but I'm not. I thought I was smart but I'm not. I thought many things, things that just cannot be. I wish I could gather all my thoughts and just throw them away forever. They're disturbing, toxic, and frankly depressing. Anyways... this is beginning to sound like a suicide letter. Here are some questions: 1. Did you get into Spelman? 2. What did you major in? 3. Did you get to travel the world or are you currently? 4. Did the coronavirus ever go away? 5. What are Mia and Ava like? 6. On a scale of 1 being white-skinned and 10 being caramel, how lightskin is tt Ora's baby (and don't tell me she had another). 7. Who is mama dating now? 8. Did you join a sorority? 9. Be honest, are you active?? ( ͠° ͟ʖ ͡°) Okay I think that's it. See you later. Love, You ( ͡°з ͡°) P.S. you better still be lesbian. This is NOT a phase!!