A letter from Nov 12, 2022

Dear FutureMe, this is a letter that I wrote to you 3 years ago. You probably don’t remember it, as it was for an English task in your first year at college. If everything goes right (or wrong depending on the perspective), you should be in the last year. You’ll find this letter either cute or embarrassing, as your English is probably way better than mine. At college, I am currently making new friends, and if all goes well, those should be true long-lasting friendships, as I have never had one of those in the past. I think I am doing pretty well this year, but it can only get harder from here on out. I think I’m going to pass this first year, which is good because I’ve read somewhere that the most repeats in college happen in the first year, and not the last. I don’t know if that’s true, but it makes me less tense about my future in this school. I have some questions for you, but not a lot because you’re probably very busy. How do you view myself, your past self, now? Could I’ve been better in some places? Are you jealous or regretful of myself? Are Teddy, Snow and Fred still with you? I don’t want to make predictions for my future. I don’t know much about myself, so I’ll probably be wrong in many aspects. Even in the first quarter of this year I had so many expectations that now I don’t think I will want or be able to accomplish. I don’t think I have to dictate what a possibly more mature, independent and smarter myself will have to do, although that may also be a prediction that I am going to laugh at in the future. I may or may not like the way I am living right now. I don’t think you have to agree or even respect myself now, and I do wish the best for you the same as you wished the best for yourself. Bye. - 12/11/2022