A letter from Jun 15, 2024

dear 21 year old me dude. what??? we made it? wow that’s awesome. unless we didn’t make it. in that case do not reply i’m curious but don’t feel bad if you’re not there yet. your own place? a girlfriend? (i’m sworn off men) a job? school? a car? those are the things i really want right now. i’m holding you accountable please go out. i swear to god. i’m begging you to go out, if you don’t have friends go with my mom. DONT JUST STAY HOME. it might suck and you might hate it but you might love it. it might be fun im being gentle with you. my life isn’t what i want it to be. it’s not the way i thought things would go. the past year or two have been so ******* hard but things are about to get better, i know they are. i just have to keep trying, which YOU have to do too. so yeah. go out for your birthday please. don’t cry about it and just go and laugh and dance and drink a little and come home. nothing bad will happen to you and you will look so good and you will not get too drunk i hope you’ve made friends in oregon. or washington i forgot where we’re moving. i hope you can get out of bed and talk to people. i hope you can be yourself. i hope you can be in public without being paranoid. i hope you can sleep. … have you started t? i haven’t decided yet. have you even decided? i don’t know. eventually i will know though anyway. that’s all i really wanted to say. i’m giving you a time travel hug that breaks the space time continuum. happy birthday stupid