5 years ago, you wrote this to you.

Dear FutureMe, Well, it's 5 years from now. Today, you are jobless, alone, lonely, depressed, lazy, and afraid of almost everything. You are listening to Pedro The Lion, and feeling extra sad. You weigh 148 lbs. Your dad is in Houston, you are living in Colorado. You are writing this from a 28.8K connection. Your hair is almost to your shoulder, and your hairling receding a bit. How are you now? What are you doing? I hope you got up off your stupid ass, and made something of yourself. Are you famous yet? Are you happy? Are you married? Did you think you were going to marry the person you thought you would? Are you still alive? Do you have purpose? Have you helped anyone along the way? I love you