A letter from February 11th, 2021

Dear FutureMe, What's up *****?! I know you're hot, I'm hot now, so I hope you aged like fine whiskey (Like Damon Salvatore). If you're not getting this, it's probably because you're dead. At least you died young and hot. FYI It's 2/11/21 in case you care. If you did die I hope it was something cool like to a lion. You better still be friends Paige, because you can't make friends. (I hope you got better at that). I hoped you got some anxiety medicine for your social anxiety so you can make friends. You better have lost your virginity to a man that you don't even know, because knowing people is gross. You better have a hot FWB (not a boyfriend because I probably still have issues with committing). I assume you didn't **** yourself because you have issues with committing and that's ALOT of commitment. I hope you still don't want kids because you know why. You should probably get a therapist, you need it. You're kind of ****** up, but hey, that makes life SPICY. Get a vile necklace (with your blood (if you haven't before)) and make your friend wear it because you want that kind of friendship. I hope you didn't forgive your mom, she kind of a piece of ****. I hope you didn't end up like your mom Jen.