A letter from Aug 04, 2024

dear future me. hello mike,if you still even remember that name...its me,your past self! hows life? i predict good.im 11 here! your 12,right?i hope so. wait..this reminds me of THE GAME🔥🔥 ...i hate myself....but uhh....yeah.hows lydia,or leo ..eh same person..lacey? dolly? ivy? mia? and tilly? do you still like fnaf? and if yes,whos your favourite character? i like Michael and foxy and bonnie..! and music ?? i like Melanie Martinez,baby bugs,boywithuke,msi and fnaf songs!! do you like art still? are you even alive?? ..but whatever...byee!!!! love you!! (not) “Happy Birthday to you,” he began, bringing a lit candle to the wooden house, it setting ablaze behind him as he walked. With a sick smile, he swapped the candle into his other hand, “Happy Birthday to you.” The smell of smoke was suffocating, the deafening silence in between his sing-song being broken with crackling fire. As he strolled along, he looked down to the melting candle, wax decorating his fingers. He seemed saddened for a moment, “Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday…” He mumbled, coming to a halt, and throwing the candle in front of him, atop a gravestone that shared his last name, the stone reading ‘a loving father’, “Happy Birthday to you.” im such a writer lmao😋😋