A letter from January 28th, 2021

Dear FutureMe, *****, we still in this ********* house, in this ********* pandaramic, and I'm ********* tired. Like wtf. Jalil laying on this floor, flipping tf around during zoom school, and I'm just sitting here thinking "I can't wait to not have kids." Like being a parent right now must be absolute hell. Like wtf. I know people say they love they kids and whatnot, but **** THAT. I love not having to worry about anyone but MYSELF. I can choose if whether or not to do for others. I LOVE that for me, love it. Peace and Love, Babes! We outchea, childless!