A letter from Apr 16th, 2021

Dear FutureMe, Things haven't changed that much since I've became 18, I almost feel like this last year didn't count and I'm still in the end of my sixteen's. I'm writing an album! I've compiled some of my recent songs and I'm eager to try to learn how to produce even If it does look like a nightime. I also am trying to get back to art after my two month hiatus on our account. It's been dificult, but I want to do more. I'm a universety aproved person as today! Don't know If i'll end up in the UFU, I don't like the Idea of moving from this city. I guess i'll leave this answer to you. Are we producing short films yet? Did you write another autobibliografy? Are we fic writers again? Are the guys still our friends? Do you still talk in the group? I hope so. I didn't talk to them for a while in my drepression state back in 2020 and I don't want that. I hope you have met someone new to be our friend in Uni. Don't be a stranger to your class, don't want another Aluno Fiel incident. Are you good with our parents? Did you come out yet? Are they in Spain living in a beach? I hope they are happy and you don't miss them too much if they aren't living with you. I hope therapy is doing you good. I've recenty shown our negative thoughts twitter to them and I hope It pays of. I hope you find happiness for as sappy as that sound. We need more stuff to write about! The depressive teen stick starts to feel bad after a while. Get diagnosed, ya freak. Ow! Did you start a YouTube Channel? We've dreamed of buiding a comunity for years now, come on. I hope someone cares about our art at this point, It'd be nice to have fans. I still feel bad, but you know the drill by now. Take care of your body now and then, I'm not doing us any favors. I hope you are learning and that learning feels good again. I hope somebody hugs you at night and watches movies with you while you guys eat butter filled popcorn. I hope you learned how to cook more deserts. I hope you still sing. I feel so much shame of my voice, I hope you don't. I hope you found our niche. I hope our childhood still brings you some joy and we didn't exaust nostalgia as a means of happiness. I hope you remember me. Who I was, my dreams. Don't let them get away, don't live to be in shadows again. I know the point of this letter isn't to confort you, but I'm proud of what you'll do. Just for still being alive to read me ramble. Our time will come some day, I'm sure. This that I live everyday can't be the best life can offer. Thats why i'll continue until I become you. Ana, Kath, whatever is our name, I'm counting on you. Be better than me.