A letter from March 22nd, 2021

Dear FutureMe, I am an idiot, a huge idiot. We do this assignment last year and I wrote a letter to you, at least, that’s what I thought, turns out my idiotic self set the date to one year instead of five. So most of the questions I asked still don’t have an answer. This is the original letter. Dear FutureMe, So, how's life? I assume you're around 17 by now. Senior year of high school, right? Who have you come out to by now? Have you figured out your ********* yet? Hopefully I'm not as much of a coward by then. Are you at El Cap or Patrick Henry? Life's still good, right? I hope you're out by now. How's the science of atom bombs going? What about The Discovery book I'm writing? Have you written that book about Covid-19? You know, The Covid-19 Outbreak of 2020? Well, ciao, I hope this finds you well, Malcolm. Yeah, the questions that I do have answers to have kind of depressing answers. The book I tried to write? I haven’t written anything since last year. I have yet to decide if life has gotten better or worse, all I know is that life is bad and I don’t know if it was ever good for more than a day. I don’t even remember the book about COVID 19 (which is still going on in 2021). And the science of atom bombs was pretty cool but I haven’t thought about in months. This doesn’t answer any of the questions but I now have a dog so that’s cool. Ciao, I guess