A letter from Jan 2nd, 2022

Dear FutureMe, I'm your past you. But I was 21 years old. New Years Day 2022. High as hell. You hated your two jobs, Smith and Wesson and Fairview's Unidine Kitchen. Your 2001 Buick Regal has no muffler or exhaust system. You're living with a roommate while still being a virgin. Sucks, don't it? Well, let me pray that you at least you fix at least 2/3 of the problems. On your 26th birthday,you work at the EMS,your car isn't a piece of crap, and you at least fix your insecurity issues. There is a pretty good chance that you don't remember writing this letter. You are 277lbs, after work, feet hurting like hell, watching the 2021 version of iCarly. It's totally garbage. Covid has the Omicron Variant, which you didn't had at that moment .Life is better than you thought. I know life changing is a very soul- frightening,heart-racing experience that we don't like at all. It began with your father leaving us, moving to different locations, and having to make choices about your life that can affect your emotions and confidence. I hope you will become a better person today then I was back in 2022. I want you to become happy with what you are today and not cry about your failures anymore. Because at the end of the day, who is really remembering? The people involved or your own mental? Even if you don't fail if you didn't try, why not bother pushing for success? Maybe then you'll stop thinking about ***** so much. Be safe out there, kid. You're too young to think that. Sincerely, Your Jan 1st, 2022 22:34 EST self. P.S. Lose a couple pounds before the end of the year. Stop binging and start fasting! NOW!