A letter from March 5th, 2021

Dear FutureMe, At the time you were writing this, you were slightly content with the way things are with your life despite all the adversities and emotional turmoil you went through in the past 2 years. You were also making a bit of an effort to be more productive academic-wise. Not the best of efforts but hey, it's still something right? Your social life is pretty much non-existent with all the quarantine stuff going on... Not that it was any better in the first place. Your piano skills have improved, you mastered the Fantasie Impromptu (not really)! And yeah, that's about it. By the time you're reading this, you probably have graduated university and are currently looking for a job, or maybe you have decided to set your mind on doing a Master's degree in France. Or you might be dead I have no clue. My hopes are that your family is well and alive, and that you're happy. If you're going through a hard and stressful time right now, good. Who wants an easy life? That's kinda boring. Anyways, I wanna end it by telling you to get laid but there might be kids reading this so yeah, ignore what I said. Bye. Toodles. Adios. Au revoir. blahbakhbalhalhbalhal