A letter from Jan 06, 2025

Dear FutureMe, I hope this letter finds you well. I just went through my inbox and read through the past two futureme emails I sent us, so I thought I'd compose one for the future. Keep the tradition going, ya know. Jesus **** this website is bright as ****. Hopefully they have dark mode when you next decide to do another one of these. Not to talk **** about pastme, but it was a little funny reading through all the big dreams I had back then: ooh "harvard medical school", "ivy league universities". If only we knew how much of a **** up I'd end up becoming... I think I've always known though. I've never had a strong work ethic or discipline or any drive. So that cost us five-ish years of our life and who knows how many thousands of dollars from the parents (haha oops). Anyways, I'll give you a background on what we're doing as of me writing this. It's 7:24 AM, I'm in my room at Lea's (your ex-coworker's friend). Your wonderful boyfriend is sleeping on call with you, and your hair is so overgrown and long. You have been unemployed for 3 or 4 months now ever since losing your you know what. Ty and I plan on getting that thing done later this month, so hopefully that means I'll be able to go back to work soon. Being broke is not fun. Well, the staying at home all-day part is kinda fun, but you know what I mean. Oh, and the ***** you're living with has given you a month to gtfo. Totally fair since you've been spotty with rent, but I only call her ***** because she came up with some ******** about her nephew needing your room next month (just like the other one, remember?). So yeah, *******, the lot of them. Hopefully you're doing much better now. I don't know if it could get worse than it is now, and I don't really want to imagine what that would be like. Not to be a downer but right now I don't feel like I could ever have my life on track. I don't know what it is about me (mental illness, upbringing, just being a lazy bunghole, whatever) but something's stopping me from being a normal functioning human being. I can only hope by some miracle you've figured it out and fixed it. Wouldn't that be ******* great? If you couldn't tell I'm not doing the best right now. Let me mope, all right. You know I don't do it with anyone else. Also it's 8 AM and I've been up all night and day, leave me alone. On to lighter things then. Hmm, what else, what else. Are you still keeping records? Right now you have four vinyl records so far. Hopefully that hobby's not another dud. Assuming you're now employed, hows the new job? How's the new place you're staying at? Hopefully all is well with you and Ty. Oh, and it's likely that you came out to your parents by now eh? How'd that go? Hopefully they took it well, or as well as they could. If not, **** em. Well I can't really think of much else to say so that'll be it for now. This is turning into a bit of an essay anyway. I'm sending this to you a year from now. Yours truly, PastMe