A letter from May 16th, 2022

Dear FutureMe, This terribly written email is not only to inform you of your car's extended warranty but also to remind the old version of me to stay in school and don't do drugs, because drugs are bad. Go through your phone, and delete useless photos. Enough about that. If I'm honest, I'd be surprised if I'm still alive when someone else sees this. If we lost, I hope we got to see our dad again at least. The dreams we have, do they stay the same? Becoming an author, playing soccer? Are we still friends with Caleb? Are we finally diagnosed with Autism? What about America, is the country still in shambles? Who all has died in the last four years? And our interests too. Do we still like Fire Force? I'm assuming our taste for glasses characters stays the same. We've always been terrible at socialization, so I hope future me understands why I'm ending this so abruptly.