A letter from February 23rd, 2021

Dear 23 year old me, How are things going? Do you still live in London? Have you become a physicist or are you still half-heartedly following art? I'm sure all those questions will make you think about some of the life choices you have made between the time I'm writing this and the time you're reading this. I wonder how my last year of sixth form will have went. I'm not quite working as hard as I should be. In fact, I've been extremely complacent ever since I started sixth form. I didn't think this complacency would stick around for so long, but, since September 2019, it has already been nearly 18 months - that's a year and a half of complacency and unmotivated living. I wonder how much longer it will last. Unexpectedly, I'm actually putting all of my thoughts out into this email. It's definitely therapeutic. I don't think I've written letters or emails of this kind since my English classes from nearly 2 years ago. 5 years is a long time. I wonder if I'll even still be using the same email as the one I'm sending this to. I sure hope this works out. I also hope that I don't end up missing it when it's sent to me. I haven't been the greatest at keeping up with emails... I'm 18, but I really don't see a difference. I feel as immature as ever, if not more immature than before. But as someone who hates responsibilities, I can already sense them approaching me. I hope future me is able to cope with those responsibilities. I wish myself a good income and happiness. I decided to make this public, but anonymous. I'm not sure if I'm meant to sign it or not... Guess I'll use my online nickname... Kind regards, future me, from Kappamoshi