A letter from May 04, 2023

Dear FutureMe, Hey, it’s me, well it’s us, how are you feeling? I'm writing this letter to us on our 21st birthday to ask how the last two years have been. Did we do anything new or meet someone new? But on a more vulnerable note do we still feel like we’re missing out, do we still feel alone more often than not? Do we eventually feel like we serve a purpose or that we're worth something even when we **** up? Do we lose any weight? Are we still close with Briana and Cheyenne? On the night that I write this, I'm 18, and I might flunk the spring semester of my freshman year it's 3:59 am, I have Go Home by Julien Baker stuck in my head. I don’t feel good but I don’t feel bad I think I’ve just decided to feel neutral because honestly, I don't what else to feel.