A letter from December 11th, 2020

Dear FutureMe, are you still alive? crazy. we didn’t even think we would make it to 18! or graduate high school! now look at you: unemployed, can’t swim, can’t drive, can’t skate or ride a bike, can only speak one language, cries at the slightest inconvenience, horrible memory.. don’t even mention the horrible body image issues and horrible road anxiety, maybe that ironed itself out eventually? probably not your boyfriend Jesse is pretty dope, though. stay gangster ***** 😎