A letter from Jan 10, 2025

Dear FutureMe, Hi. I suppose we're doing this again. Happy Birthday, you're turning 21. I hope we didn't panic too much, or break down the whole month (which I doubt). I'm at work right now, hoping nobody comes because I don't feel like socializing, are we still this dumb? I hope not, but I don't expect anything else to be honest. There's a lot I'd love to say, last letter was short and straight to the point, but tbf it was 2020 so I didn't have any hope nor words left to write. Five ******* years later, I'm doing this again. It's weird. It feels like... I don't know. I don't know if I'm glad we're still here, though. Hope you know the answer by then. How was the year? Anything changed? Did we change? I hope so, but I don't, at the same time. Please keep being us, but better, I'd love for us to be better. To get better. Happy birthday, me. Have a wonderful day, I love you. <3