A letter from Jun 20, 2022

Dear FutureMe, ****, thank god if we still alive. If not, ****. We gon be graduating, right? Hope we are dumbass. You improve yourself? Hopefully you been treating mama right, honestly I haven’t been too good with her, and I’m really sorry for it. Bod goals there yet? The fat and insecurity is like crazy rn. Any you end up with Jess? I thought we was really gon be a thing but nah, im still a loser with literally 0 friends. Got sent to military school and she stopped talkin to us. Or who we with? (or were with) or we still a single king? Where we at? Did we get out of this ghetto ********? Hopefully we in Manhattan or Cali maybe, idk. whatever we can get lol. Well, im high rn and ill write you more if i got more to ask on. cya man