A letter from March 31st, 2021

Clown, First of all, that word doesn't hit you at all because you really are the whole circus. Second, I don't know if you will continue reading Wattpad or if you continue to write stories, those bursts of inspiration that came to mind in the middle of class time. (And that you have finally managed to get out of your block as a novice writer and have been able to rewrite that story with our favorite character: Eris). I HOPE, I hope you keep feeling like a diva (inner joke); oh yeah, the feto is still talking to you? In all that time, were you able to get to see each other? Is the pandemic even over? I just remembered the pole dance classes, in the end, were you able to take them? And what about driving ones? And let's not forget Bonarea's fantastic vanilla-cookies ice cream. Will I keep talking like today? Like a walking meme and insulting (with confidence) my friends? I'm not going to talk about notes because I'm your past self (this reminds me of MK11) and we both know that when you want to, you can do it. Anyway, greetings from the past, Zenn (tell me you'll keep using that name xd)