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Dear FutureMe, Who knew this could ever be me? Sitting in Madison Square Park in August, during summer in New York, enjoying the breeze and reading a Check Please spinoff *** fanfic while listening to Ethel Cain. Things have changed. Things are changing. This could never have been me a year ago. Which means maybe the outcome I predicted and simulated is changing. I feel hopeful that maybe I can quantum lock or manifest a slightly different and happier future reality. I deserve love. I will find love. I choose to believe so. Whatever happens will happens obviously. So I light as well to believe and have hope and enjoy the ride, regardless of where it takes me.