A letter from May 21, 2024

Dear FutureMe, Dear "me", you are writing this at your short 17 years of life, and just today you are having problems with college, don't worry, it's nothing serious, you will pass your third semester of graphic design and you will continue seeing that professor of yours that you like so much, STOP DENYING IT, YOU KNOW YOU LIKE HIM, and we know you can't help feeling bad about yourself because you have a girlfriend and you don't want to hurt her, but soon you will find a way to end it or she will end it with you. Tell me about it in the future, and tell me, did you manage to conquer your proffesor, are you or were you together, tell me also, is it still your dream to work in the old and remodeled cartoon network, how close are you to animation, have you worked in any series, script or book, idk. I know you never say it, but I love you. Be happy, don't hurt yourself anymore. Don't cry anymore, you have friends, enjoy them. You will leave home, you will be even happier, YOU WILL GET YOUR TEACHER, YES LORD. Or you will probably go back to Agustin, but we both know you don't want it anymore, and it doesn't hurt anymore. YOU WILL GO TO A BTS CONCERT, OF COURSE YOU WILL. YOU WILL GO TO SEE MANESKIN, YESSSSSSS. YOU WILL BE EVERYTHING YOU WANT AND YOU WILL BE HAPPY. I SWEAR. 21:05:24 to 23:10:26 (your birthday, silly)