A letter from May 18th, 2022

Dear Future..me, Hi! I dont really know what to do with this. Im best friends with Jojo and he still hasnt opened my emails and i am very angry because theyre funny haha noredink jojo refs. Uhh i have recently been trying to get past my ptsd by painting. But what makes it interesting-er.? i paint with my hands. As i type this there is paint on my hands, stomach, and knees. I am 13 and 3 quarters old. Its funny because i am often the youngest out of the kids in my grade. I am irritated currently because i forgor 💀 my earbuds for music. I am irritated. again because i dont know what to write. Also, how do i know ill be alive to receive this letter in 2025? That rhymes, if you read it aloud. I look like garbage today, and i got my phone taken, and my teeth hurt. Normally, when im bored, i check my phone, answer some texts, etc. But i no longer have that option. Is your room still decorated the same? Did you take Jazz’s art down yet? Do you still wear platforms? Did you quit? R u still emo 🖤….. Whats your favorite color? or flower? Can you drive? what car do you use? Hows your relationship with your family? Are you dating anyone? who? what are they like? Whats your name? Has your hair grown a lot? Can you play music better? are you still in band? Are you on meds? Therapy? I miss washington DC; the happiness id feel when i saw my friends on other buses the joy of making new friends the independence that came with the hotel room and shopping and walking alone everything i miss it anyway, thats it, have a good day