A letter from Jul 15th, 2021

Dear FutureMe, I am procrastinating in doing my work, so I have decided to write one of these to 26 year old you. God, you hag. Please don’t have gray hair. I cannot deal with that at 26. I hope you know what you’re doing with your life by now. I am still confused, but I am pretty sure you should have it figured out by now. I have faith in you to do that. I also hope you are not completely broke because that does not bode well. Please don’t be living at home still - you are old now so it’s not a great look. Say hello to Parker from me - hug him. He’s the best part of living at home. I hope you are happy with your family, and you don’t fight as much. It sucks when you fight. Smack Nive on the head. I have hope that things are better now because it has been five years. That’s a long time, and I doubt you are the same person I am now. No matter how much you have changed, I know you probably think you have done too little or not enough. I want you to know you most definitely have done a lot, and you’ll do much more. You are better than me, which is not that hard, but it’s good. You did not even think you’d be alive, but you somehow did it. That itself is an accomplishment, so be happy and be proud. Life sucks, but at least you made it. Also, it’d be great if you were with Srikar still - he is admittedly wonderful, but I refuse to say it because I cannot be the simp. I feel like you are still with him, so if he is, maybe tell him that so his ego grows. He is so old now too, and he’s not even in med school anymore. He’s a resident which is too weird for me to think about. You should be very proud. You made it, in one way or the other. Keep ******* it, and please, please tell me you don’t use your finsta anymore. You’re 26. Please. - Prisha