A letter from May 31, 2025

Dear FutureMe, I hope you’re doing good. I wonder what I’m like now. Are we still disassociating with everyone. Do boys still ghost us. Are we still so angry. I don’t know if I’ll even remember this, I just want my life to be happier. I want to be happier. Have my eyelashes fallen off, oh em geh did my hair grow back. Do I ever get into makeup. Do I see my cousin again? I wonder what I’m doing. I hope I make more friends at this new school. I hope you get good grades and maintain a good gpa. I just want you to remember you matter. And you’re going to be great. By this time I’ll be a junior stressing over my senior year. I hope I actually hit the gym. Do we still read… yk Yk. But also I hope we do find some sort of comfort within ourselves and move on from the bad things that try to stick to our soul. I hope I find the beautiful with myself and others around me. I want to grow and evolve. HOPEFULLY I HAVE A NEW ******* PHONE. And I really want my mom to be happy too. Know that she’s worth more than any jewel on this earth. Anyway this is kind of getting long but I just have so many wishes and hopes for myself. OH YEAH, I hope we learn to grow and not become a chopped tree with just layered memories. It’s no just about the journey but the friends we make along the way. See you soon. P.S. did we start drawing again?