A letter from Aug 14, 2022

Dear FutureMe, Hey David, it's me David, hope you're doing ok. Or I hope we're doing ok. IDK this is weird never done one of these before. Today is Saturday the 13th of August 2022. We just came back from the chevy dealership where mom looked at a couple cars but didn't choose anything because she wanted to talk to dad first. I am currently in an Xbox call with Dilan the little **** known as our best friend. He's watching YouTube and might actually get a girlfriend proud of him. Hope he doesn't have to deal with the same **** as we had to with Lexie. God where do I begin about Lexie still don't know if I hate her or if I still have feelings for her. She's the first girl we ever loved and its hard thinking about what we had. I don't miss her I miss the relationship we had. It's hard to think about it because I get in this super depressed state when I think of her. But whatever. Hopefully you are jacked rn now and happy. Hopefully we have a gf. Hopefully we are starting to go in a trade. Assuming we stick to our plan about being a carpenter. But I really hope we are happy. Right now, I'm ok which sucks because I should be happy but I'm not. Let's hope we did graduate with the advanced honors diploma like we said we would. Let's also hope we have found the girl we wanna marry. Idk why but I'm hoping your lying-in bed with her and while reading this she asks, "what are you reading, and you say talking to myself" Idk but that would be really funny. Dilan just went to bed so now I'm all alone but it's fine. We would be 18 by now so idek if we still live with mom and dad. I hope they are happy too. God, they fight so much it pisses me off because I wonder why they just don't get a divorce hope it's because they still love each other and it's not them being stubborn. God there are so many spelling mistakes in this email. Let's hope we are a good speller in 4 years. Well, I'm gonna go now. Gooding!