A letter from Feb 01, 2025

Dear FutureMe,,,,, gulp. So most people probably say something like "how's it going" at the beginning of these, which I did in fact originally type, and then I remembered that one part of Hyperbole and 1/2, about how pointless asking questions in this kind of thing is and was like... Oh yeah that's totally true. This should come in my 16th birthday I think but y'know I could be horribly off base. I have the flu right now and am not quite working with full brain power. The last time I made one of these was the one from the pandemic journal when I was ten, and I stayed toward the idea that I might be dead before I look back on it, which I wasn't, but I can't help but think of that now. Maybe it's been a year since my ***** and maybe my lifeless inbox just pinged in the first time in a long time and the last time for forever. Maybe someone else is finding this because I'm in a coma. Maybe this is just lost forever. The way I handled this when I was ten (I suppose technically nine, it was a month before my tenth birthday) was to tape a piece of gum to the journal paper and and while I wholeheartedly still agree with that method I cannot do that anymore because this is digital. Just imagine that there's gum. I hope that my cats are all okay. Sidon is an enigma and eats everything in site and I'm kind of scared that he won't live to his birthday. Happy birthday. - Cya (next time you look in the mirror), Yourself