A letter from Jun 21st, 2021

Dear FutureMe, Hey, you! I’ve never met you before but you’ve met me. It’s nice to finally see me in five years. Me? Right now I’m going into highschool. Yup it’s my freshman year. How bout you? Let’s see you’d be… Wow graduated! You’re in college (or at least should be) you better of stuck to the plan! Remember that Mitchell guy? I hope you’re with him. He’s a great guy. Your best friend is still Shortie Boo, it better be or else go make up. I don’t care who started it you’re not breaking a friendship you had since three. We need to get that straight right now. I wonder what’s happening there. Here we are dealing with a stupid pandemic and Biden is kind of ruining the country. Yeah now you remember. Pretty stupid, huh? How’s your religious status? I’m sure still following the Lord. Yup, yup. Being thirteen is kind of boring. Yeah you’re a teen that’s fun for a bit but like you can’t drive, you don’t have a boyfriend, but you can’t play with toys. I guess that’s why they call it middle school you’re stuck in the middle. Which I’ll be fourteen next month but idk if that will change much🤷🏼‍♀️ I mean I’ll have a little more to do guess cause of highschool. I guess we will just see. Are you guys done with masks yet? In five years you better be! Or else I think I’ll go live in space. Just kidding I’d never live in space I hate the thought of it. I’ll find a lost island or something. Idc just so long as masks aren’t a thing. I hope you’re still playing piano, and have improved quite a lot. Keep up that photography as well! Alrighty well I’m gonna skedaddle. Byebye future me! Love old you.