A letter from Jun 6th, 2021

You are graduating college if I got the timeframe right. Right now, I feel like some stupid high school ******** and like I will be one forever. You're, like, so far in the future and so unattainable. I told next-year-me this, too, but I have this weird idea that I'll be better and content then, when I'm you, but I feel like I can't see myself progressing there, just an end result where I'm okay. I hope in these five years between us, I actually got there. I hope you've grown so much past this. I REALLY hope you're going to a top Ph.D. program soon :). I can't imagine how much I'll improve as a person in undergrad. I hope it's so much that you hate me now. I hope, I really do, that you're still in love with Jake. He's the smartest person I've met so far, and I can't imagine that changes. If you're still me at all, you're crying a lot. We hate to see things end, us, uh, me. But it keeps being okay when things do end. We keep getting better. And even if Jake's the smartest person I've met, I know you're the smartest person I know. Nothing's too much for you - that's your signature. Best of luck living real life, I hope it sucks a lot less than it looks like