A letter from Aug 14, 2022

Dear FutureMe, Been a while. Hopefully you're still alive because otherwise this was a catastrophic waste of my Sunday afternoon. When you get this, you should be finished with university altogether and should be a qualified physics teacher. At least, that's what I'm hoping for. In case you need a quick recap of me at this time, it's 13th August 2022, you've just turned 20 and just come back from watching Brighton. You remember, the 0-0 when it was sweltering hot and pretty much nothing happened? Yeah, that one. Elsewhere, you're about to start your third year of university so hopefully it's gone well and we've graduated otherwise we've ****** ourselves there a bit. On the relationship scene, you're in the talking stage with Tam. If he is still with us in the future that would be amazing but if not, hopefully it ended nicely and we're still friends because he is a good one. I don't know what I want with my life really, I'm just trying to stick to some aspirations so I have motivation to do something but in reality, I have no idea. I hope our friends are all nice in the future. Ryan and Ethan, I would be amazed if we aren't still friends with them. Maybe some more have stuck with us, Georgia perhaps. Maybe there are new friends in our life now. Either way, I hope that we are happy, at least happier than I am now and that life is going well. But, I swear to God, if we manage to get AIDs or any STD for that matter, I will be incredibly disappointed. How many times were we told to use protection? There is also part of me that hopes that we are engaged by then. Maybe not actually, but close to asking or being asked, a future with someone you loved is always what you dreamed of remember? Anyways, I'll let you get back to your present, my future of course. Just keep smashing it, and remember, you've masturbated to pictures of yourself before so you must be beautiful.