A letter from January 17th, 2021

Dear FutureMe, Hi, this is me. I'm currently in my bed right now, writing from my HP laptop that our mother bought for us this Christmas. She is paying it in installments. I'm currently listening to Ed Sheeran's Castle On the Hill. I am learning Italian. I hope to get an internship at JW Marriott. Don't know yet if I'll get it. But I hope so. I think so. Things are not really good right now. I feel lonely. I hang out with people, but I don't think they like me as much. And i like, or liked, a boy. He doesn't like me back, or so I suppose. I hope you have more courage to tell people, especially boys, how you feel. I feel like I have no one to talk to. I just need a really tight hug. But no one to give me it. I feel like I'm neglecting those who love me. And I just worry all the time. I'm a mess. But I'm still going. I'm doing everything for you. For us. I hope that, whatever happens, you know that everything I do, I do it for us. I hope your happy. I really do. I hope you are successful {even tho I am pretty sure you are} I hope your Italian is better. And that you are a little more organized {but knowing me, I do not think it is the case}. I hope faculty was an amazing experience. That you made friends. Made promises and broke them. Made mistakes and fixed them. I hope that wherever you are, with whoever you are you love love yourself as much as I love you. I hope your goals and dreams came true. I hope you are making new ones along the way. I hope your memories jar if fuller than your regrets one. I hope you still read your journal. That you look back at the best only to see how far you've come. Because knowing me, I always run a long road and never stop, even though my feet hurt like hell. And I hope you got to experience love. I hope you have someone to hold on to. Someone who sees you and appreciates you. Who loves you. That you have friends you love and have fun with. Friends who get you. Friends with whom you scream lyrics from the top of your lungs. With whom you throw mad parties. I hope you enjoy your youth and your journey. Because I am looking forward to it. Hope that some people from my life right now stick around with you. I can't wait to meet you. To be you. I know you probably miss being me. And I get it. I hope you love me too. I hope you don't hate me. At least not entirely. And when you are feeling down, please remember that I love you. I see you. I appreciate you. I dream of you and I visualize you. You are my best friend and I trust and have hope in you. You know you can never disappoint me. With love, Andreea, 2021. P.S: And remember, don't **** it up [I'm watching RuPauls Drag Race] Ah, and Happy Birthday!!