A letter from May 3rd, 2021

Dear FutureMe, It's a weekday (Monday.) As I write, my laptop is sitting on my lap, and I am in bed. I'm just so tired- not depressed- just tired. I've lost interest in school. The year has been so excruciatingly painful; I can't even begin to describe how bad it's been. But it's also been an year filled with growth and self-reflection, and for that I'm grateful. I'm sitting in the house. It's pretty hot outside and the A/C (which is weirdly my second-favorite smell, second only to the smell of freshly dry clothes) is on. The blanket on top of me is down. I'm pretty comfortable. I wonder if you've achieved your goals. Right now, I want to code and learn math, but who knows what will happen. I want to travel and I want to read and I want to laugh and I want to live. But I can't see into the future, so I can only hope. Some things that I'm currently into: fashion, cogsci, making playlists, my dog. Some current trends: chunky clay rings, Princess Polly, white sneakers, nails that are painted only towards the tip. Reminder: You're my best friend, and you wouldn't treat your best friend terribly, would you? So be nice to yourself. Also, I heard some good academic advice recently: just have fun. Have fun with school, and without a doubt, you'll thrive. With love, a.