A letter from Apr 18, 2025

Dear FutureMe, Holy Moly I wonder where you are now? At the moment you are six days away from your last day at Restart Wolverhampton (30th April 2025), nothing else is lined up for you and you are ******* SCARED out of your wits...your relationship with Sir is still solid as a rock. You've developed a love of dr pepper cherry and you are currently obsessed with perfumes. You are THIS close to finishing up your degree and you've got a rough idea about writing something and getting it published just for a few bits of passive... I wonder if you got a new job, if you love it. I wonder how Gem is doing after...everything...it'll be gone one year since she lost Alvis at this point. Send her our love. Remember to be kind. Whatever has happened I'm sure you're trying your hardest. I'm proud of you for whereever you've managed to get to - whether thats scrubbing toilets or ruling the world. We've come so far and I'm happy that you've made the choice to protect your mental health rather than sacrifice it for (poor) money. Give sir a smooch and remember that you can ACTUALLY do this. Whatever this is. We love you.