A letter from Jul 5th, 2021

Dear FutureMe, Man oh man I just saw two emails I got from the past! As such I am required to send one to the future...even though I should be doing other things... Well so I will tell you what's up. I am home. I just got back...3 days ago...from a month long road trip with Elsa that went down in flames. I backed the rental car into a tree. I also made a dent on the side. Emily hasn't seen the dent yet. She will see it today. While at first it seemed like the end of the world for me, I have grown to accept what happened during my 46 hour car ride back home from bend, oregon. I intend to leave again ASAP, but my car is possibly **** and I will have to make a bunch of money and also get a new one (and pay Dad back). It sucks man, I try not to think about it...and have been mostly successful actually. As for a "career", who the hell knows! All I know is that this is my last chance to do whatever I want before life and obligations and such get in the way. I'm still getting over the bed wetting loser Michael, but somehow it finds it's way into my dreams. I feel more hatred than anything for him so I shouldn't say getting over "him", but IT. **** him! Honestly though I want to be in a relationship :((( If I found a good MAN I might consider staying. Someone who gets me and makes me laugh and makes life worth living...because the only other thing that makes life worth living is living recklessly and dangerously on the road, going where I want and when I want. Both are pretty sweet though and I'd take either. Maybe I can take both and go to Santa Cruz and find a nice hippie who appreciates me in all my craziness! But alas I must doordash and figure out the car situation and take care of the rental. I will have to tell Mom and Dad today! giddyup! I don't care about any of that. I just don't want to be here. But at least I am here with Elsa. And only for a short while. Hopefully.