A letter from Apr 18th, 2021

Dear FutureMe, you should be 23 years old now. I hope you still use this e-mail, because otherwise, it’ll be kind of embarrassing. You’re still friends with Angelica, right? Have you met her yet? Is she doing okay? I’m sorry if something happened between then and now, and I’m bringing back memories that make you upset. ...Was it just a phase? Have you changed how you looked? Are you a man? Do you have a job? Do you still live with Dad? Is he okay? Have you seen Mom again? Is River married? Sorry for all of the questions. A lot of stuff happens within five years. I’m 18. Today, I woke up at 1:30pm. I don’t have a job, and I’ve already graduated from high school. Dad is at work and Alyssa is at Jadzia’s house. I didn’t do much today. I jerked off and had a shower, then watched YouTube, but that’s about it. It’s 6pm, April 18, 2021. I’m petting Buddy. Do you remember him? He’s such a good boy. Friendliest cat I’ve ever met. Good boy. How are you doing financially? Can you support yourself? Do you still play VRChat? Or Overwatch 2? Is Splatoon 3 good? It ******* better be. Have you lost weight? Are you still fat? Are you any taller? I hope you’re doing well.