A letter from May 07, 2025

Dear FutureMe, tomorrow you’ll be 17 tomorrow and 18 now. I’m scared that I won’t make it into the 11th grade and then the 13th and graduate to start studying molecular biology or do whatever it is you want to do now. I can’t really sleep because I’m so worried. I want to make mom proud and especially myself because deep down I know I can do this. I just want you to remember that I love you regardless of what happens. You are someone past your grades and school and everything will be fine even if it seems like the end of the world. I will never stop believing in you. (Don’t forget to write those books. It’s your dream to become an author after all💞)