A letter from May 25, 2025

Dear FutureMe, 17. it’s been 17 years since I have been born. 13 since my parents split, and 6 since covid. How the time flies, crazy how i’m driving already. Makes me feel worried about the responsibility i will have. I bet dad makes me drive everywhere to help him. I wonder how my business is going. It’s probably gone by then. Maybe with a car i got a girl. Hopefully i ask atleast 1 girl at some point. caleb prob loving football as always and noah’s prob still judgy. hell who knows what will happen. Maybe i get my first kiss. Who knows, love you stephen. I always will. Love, Stephen