A letter from Feb 18, 2026

Dear Future Me, I never know how to start these letters, it always feels repetitive, but I think I'm just overthinking it. So, hi. Happy 24th birthday! I'm glad you made it. I hope you're doing well, I, right now, am so truly anxious about even just six months from now. So much happened in the first month and a half of this month, and now I've got a whole laundry list of other ******** to deal with coming up here soon. Primarily moving out, because my current living situation isn't feasible long-term. I have a lot of pent up anger and pettiness that I'm trying to refrain from spilling, but know that the anxiety is at an all-time high as I'm typing this. I hope everything is settled for you right now, at least just a little. I hope your living situation is fine, or that you're in a spot to be working on getting to somewhere better. I hope you were able to make it to the Saturdays at Your Place concert, and to the beach for October's birthday. I hope someone else planned something for your birthday, or if not I hope you have so many people to celebrate with. I hope your car is still running. I hope you're okay. I hope you're unbelievably okay.