A letter from Jan 03, 2025

Dear FutureMe, I wrote you a letter in September, like I always do. However we both know, in hindsight, that that one will not stand the test of time. So here I am on January 3rd writing to you again. I’m proud of you. I hope you read this sitting in your newly decorated dorm, likely in tears. I know right now they feel like sad homesick tears but I think you will remember in time that you cry with joy. You did it, you began your way down the mountain. As scary as it is, try to remember that this is the good part, the part we worked for. Start up Supernatural, or Scooby Doo, or scoobernatural. Remember you are loved, at least by me. 4 months till thanksgiving, you can do anything for 4 months. This will be fun, make it fun for my sake. Check up on your new year’s bingo. Water your plants. If you didn’t make dad buy you a snake plant make him buy you one. Keep the aloe alive, name her and make sure her bloodline continues. You’ve got this.