A letter from May 16th, 2022

Dear FutureMe, i graduate from high school in 5 days. its a weird feeling. i want to be happy about it more than anything in the world but its weird. i may never see some of my favorite people again and its hard. im excited for whats to come. i know there are gonna be new people and new experiences and new things, but im going to miss the old too. L and i are writing these and exchanging them in 4 or 5 years. i think most of the reason why we're doing it that way is because we're both a little scared we may not talk to each other after this. which is scary. the scariest part even. its all for the better though. everything will be okay. and maybe we're just psyching ourselves out, i guess after spending so much time without a good friend losing one of the only ones you have is scary. im gonna take this like a champ though. im gonna try to keep in contact and watch them grow and ill try to make new friends too. in the mean time ill hope you're happy, like genuinely and unarguably happy. i hope you like yourself. i hope you're a nurse or a teacher or whatever the hell you want to be. if you're with someone i hope you like them, and i hope you think they're funny and kind and extremely hot. they better be we been waiting to long for them to not be everything we want. i hope you still talk to your high school friends. i hope sometimes you still look at the disposable camera pictures. i hope you milk your life for what its worth. i hope you never stop running after everything you want. its the only thing we're good at. chase your dreams, i know you have new ones. meet people. talk to people. be yourself. you've lived through so much. you can handle the heat.