A letter from July 31st, 2019

Hey it's me, from 2 months before, Happy birthday! You're 22! Mom said you can't say you're 12 anymore. Because 21 flipped is 12. Can't flip 22 because it's still 22. So here comes adult responsibilities. Maybe just add 2+2 then you'll be 4. A kid again. You're Peter Pan, refusing to grow up. But we have to. I already got laughed at by my peers for acting like a kid. "What kind of adult watches cartoons like Gravity Falls?" Hey, it's a good show. I'm pretty sure you've matured from back when you're 15. My friends said you've changed, well not physically, but mentally. More open to talk to people. We used to have really bad anxiety back then. Don't get being an adult get to you. Just be yourself. But also take some responsibilities, because... well, you have to. Dude, you're overthinking... Anyways, I hope you're happy! Also ask mom or whoever, or yourself, to buy you a polaroid camera. I really like looking at photo albums.