A letter from May 21st, 2021

Dear FutureMe, at the moment I want to be a surgeon, hopefully I’ve graduated from north with my associates degree and am currently going to Harvard or some other Ivy League school. Hopefully I keep a really good gpa. Also if you got pregnant or dated an upperclassman Freshman year, we’re going to fight. I am also going to REMIND you about the no dating, having kids, or getting married rule. DATING IS FOR LOSERSSSSSS!!!!! Everyone tells me I’m too focused on school, but I NEED you to get into a good school so you can show all of the losers who told you that you couldn’t. Also hopefully you have abs now bc that one kid, Parker Taylor called you big-bodied in 8th grade. I plan on getting those this summer. I feel like it’s gonna be really weird when I read this when I’m older, and I am most likely going to think that’s it’s extremely cringy. YOU BETTER STILL BE PLAYING VIOLIN BECAUSE I DID NOT WORK MY *** OFF FOR YOU TO QUIT. Just remember the hours you spent everyday practicing and missing out on fun things. Also, don’t ever have *** because it is gross. I almost forgot that I should probably tell you that it’s May of 2021. If I’m being totally honest, I’m probably dead by now from doing something stupid or committing suicide. Well it is now 10 pm and I cannot sleep. I have really bad insomnia. So i’m going to click that this should be sent in 5 years now and good night.