A letter from Jun 04, 2022

dear marin, holy ******* ****, you're in year thirteen. eighteen years old since it's june. UNIVERSITY. GRADES. how different are you? remember me? year ten, mrs rodgers' y11 english class studying macbeth, friends with sofia and alisha and kieran and lauren and them. just ordered your first binders. (i hope they fit.) how different is everyone and everything, i wonder. you probably live in a different house. dad's antsy as always. are you still planning on going to stockholm to study for at least a semester or year? dude scratch that, what are you studying? right now i've settled on either marine biology, something to do with english and literature, or neurolinguistics/psycholinguistics. you'd better be fluent in swedish by now. god, what is it like? i can't even imagine being eighteen. dude your ******* brother. uni. an actual adult. he'll be almost 21. and your sister! sixteen! absolutely insane. tell mom and dad and grandma and papa and siblings that you love them when you get this. tell yourself the same. god, i really want to know what you look like now. maybe i'll get premium so i can send some pictures. jag älskar dig så mycket. kan vänta inte. för vad, vet jag inte. jag älskar älskar älskar dig. jag är så stolt över dig, i'm so proud of you, okay? i love you. - 2022 fifteen year old marin who loves you and hopes you're good.