A letter from Jun 22nd, 2021

Dear me in 5 years, i guess by now you're 22? 23? that's insane. i can't imagine myself getting to that age. i guess it will make sense by then, but right now nothing makes sense. Life is complicated and i feel stuck everywhere i turn. If this changes by that time i'll be surprised, because that's how life has always been. If you're alive by then , good job. i hope you're not as lost and life just starts making more sense. If not, i hope you're okay anyways. i hope the little things still keep you going. i hope you still like art, music, tv shows and movies. i hope you still like going out, wearing makeup and dressing up. i hope you have learned how to talk to others and how to open up because nothing is worth feeling stuck in your own thoughts. i have stopped having expectations for what the world should look like because i clearly can't predict anything but i hope this country gets a little more stable, so that you can start planning a future. i just hope you have found the parts of yourself that matter and that you'll be willing to share them with those that matter. with a lot of love, you at 18.