A letter from May 3rd, 2021

Dear FutureMe, Cheer up you beautiful loser. This really isn't as bad as it seems. You're graduating soon, that means duel enrollment is coming up. Only a few more years until you're Doctor and working for the fbi. What's that thing people say? Shoot for the moon to land among the stars? Yeah do that. Dream big. Live unapologetically. Other basic clichés I'm writing at midnight that I think might help. Look, you know me, I'm awful at this stuff. Maybe you're better. I'll see you soon, ok? Whatever happens, just keep pushing forward. You'll always have someone on your team. Love ya, Nick.