A letter from Sep 13, 2023

Dear Future Me, You did it. Never thought I would be writing to myself, but 10th grade can be a bit of a *****. Considering everything that has happened -for me- in the past few years, I’m fine. I got sleep, I got better. I feel awesome. I am you, and you are me, we are clever, a tad stupid, sour, angry, and really mean. My current strength is my musical ability, nothing else. I am insecure about my lack of skills, be it social, physical or general, and my physical appearance. Between the time I finish writing this, and the time you receive this, I hope you will have earned and maintained a good GPA of 3.6 or above, made a friend, and got a sustainable vehicle. Jesus, I have to worry about these things rather than living my life. I value my education but it feels ridiculous. I hope you figure that out. My relationship with my family is good, but it could be better. I need to spend more time with Mom. I do not know what my friends appreciate about me, but my family loves my music and my brain. What do I do in my free time? I do what I can do. I play guitar, hate, and worry about the future of the world. My friends are Xavier, Connor, Ashely, Joseph, Greg, Anna, Jesse, and Lucky. Hope you keep ‘em, they are great friends. I listen to doom/stoner metal. Sleep, Boris, Electric Wizard, Mastodon, High On Fire, Weedeater, Pallbearer, Uncle Acid and the Deadbeats, 1872, Elder, and YOB. YOB is love, YOB is life. My plans for the future are to live my life my way. I plan on attending college, majoring in Fermentation Studies, and minoring in Music. Yeah. A future of beer and rock and roll. Good luck, you doofus. Live long, destroy. Make noise, buy gold. See you then, Me (You)