A letter from January 21st, 2021

Dear FutureMe, Hey again. It's me. I'm sure you know but plans have changed. I still want to be a lawyer. I think. I'm torn between acting and being a lawyer. Maybe you have better advice? I don't know anymore. It seems like we were kids yesterday and had a bunch of friends and parents who loved us. They still don't support us, do they? I got some new boots though, I'm sure you remember them. The first platforms we ever owned? Remember how we got made fun of so badly for them? Sorry, I shouldn't be bringing up the past (haha). Whatever happened to Vel? Or Zen? Or Noah or Orion? Did we keep writing? Did we give up? Are we even still alive? Or will this letter find a dead email account with only the memories of a scared little boy hiding in his own head to avoid problems. I still don't know who I am. Who are we? Did we change the world? I hope we did something good in our lives. Good luck out there, and no pressure or anything, but our future kind of depends on you.