A letter from Apr 12th, 2021

heyyyyy how u doin I'm bored and I should be working on my literary analysis paper that was due three days ago and I still haven't started on but c'est la vie. That's my official motto, it means "that's life." I'll get the paper done eventually, but I'm assuming that my future self will be more excited to get this e-mail than knowing that I finished an assignment on time back in sophomore year of high school. I hope I'm closer to being confident in my personality by the time I read this. Right now I always feel like I'm too much or not enough of something. When I'm lonely I want to learn to enjoy solitude, and when I do I think I'm too introverted. I thought maybe I'm too much of a positive and hopeful person, but now I've started to become one of those "I hate everyone" kinda people. I do not want to be that person. I thought I wasn't organised enough and I had no structure in my life, so I developed a sleep schedule and I get up and go to bed roughly the same time everyday. Now I feel like I'm not interesting anymore and I've lost my flexibility and spontaneity. My room used to be a mess all the time and I had too much stuff, and now I do a much better job of organising and keeping things clean. I started to consider myself a "minimalist," and got rid of things I don't need. Now I feel like I'm too much of a neat freak and not fun or easy going anymore. I hope all that works out; everything always turns out okay in the end. Anyways, I should probably get started on that paper now. I'm not going to, but I should.