A letter from Nov 14, 2025

Dear FutureMe, Hey self, it’s kind of weird that I'm writing to myself, but hey. I hope we’re doing alright there in the future, hopefully without a 4.0 final grade on our Chem subject again. Haha. You’re most definitely a Dean’s Lister by now, huh? I mean, you should be- you have a scholarship to maintain now. Let’s just celebrate in advance how you’ll be a Dean’s Lister in our 2nd year again, hell yeah. I mean, are we really in our 2nd year there? Did we even survive this grueling hell? We did, bro. It’s us, we did it. Now you’re in your 2nd year in Mechanical Engineering AND a 2CL in ROTC. And they said, “women can’t do ****”. Well, we’ve proved them wrong countless times, what’s another? I just hope we’re still breathin’ and kickin’ ***, bro. Never turn left at a crossroad, you’ve learned your part so act it out. I hope you’re ok. Are you ok? Are we still crazy? I hope we are. The people need their flavour and you do your best to dish it out. Normal is boring, I hope you’re still weird and undiagnosed cuh. Are we still best friends for fancy frolicking with our bestest friend for fancy frolicking? Hell yeah, we still are. If you aren’t, dude, what the ****. Make amends or something, she literally knows what you did. Tell her who you are, you’ve lied enough. You did enough and you’ve done enough. I just hope you’ll do what’s right. Hmm.. what’s there to believe. I’m an atheist, and you’re probably, like, a washed-up-beliefs-are-shooketh-and-there-might-be-an-all-powerful-being-but-I-just-can’t-prove-it ahh believer huh? Well whatever you’ll believe in- I’LL believe in, I still don’t think there is a higher entity. Maybe, like, a sentient Earth or aliens from another milky way and something but that’s about it. Anyways, you were never a consistent person. That’s just how people are: fluid, so I really can’t blame you if you’d ever change your mind. I’ll understand. Anyways, you probably know this and it’s definitely a sore subject for the both of us but we got a 4.0 in chem. Yeah… I cried my heart out to a number. We were never this sensitive towards people, but when it came to our grades, it’s like someone pointed a *** and shot a bullet to our leg or something. I did what I did, you didn’t do your best because I know that wasn’t our best and it’s disappointing to us both, I know. But we did something, don’t beat yourself about it. We did it small, but it’s something. I showed up to us, to me. I’m so burnt out, academically. Well not just academically, but in everything. Life is so bfbfhsfhbdszbjkc, yeah. Speak yo shift twin!! So yeah, I just kinda wish that moments like these flew by faster, y’know? You know-you’re literally me. Hey, Me. People will come and go, so does food, money, and all earthly possessions, whatever. There are only a few things that are permanent, so don’t stress out on whatever you’re most definitely stressing about there, alright? It’s an easy thing to say- well, type, but you get what I mean. I hope you’re ready to be yourself again. I hope we are ourselves again, whatever and whoever that was. We never did get to talk about that, never got to learn and keep it there. I just wish we can be more honest to ourselves and to others. You still keep your guard up, even to your best friends for fancy frolicking. Anyways, heads up and breathe. Keep breathing. I hope you’re still breathing.