A letter from Aug 15, 2022

Dear FutureMe, Hey. Its me. Its you. Im sad. like really sad. I owe so much. I have no job yet. I wish i had the click remote. but also the small moments are the best right? I actually teared up thinking about future you. I hope you have a cozy house for christmas. You need a christmas mug. omg some hot chocolate!? Omg have u had crumbl cookie yet? Have you gone to a fancy restaurant yet? Is toby still meowing up a storm? You need to be wearing tf out of that louis wallet. You better not have lost it. Do u want a new car? Whats our bank acc look like? Hows school? Hows dad? Hows nene? Hows mama and jeff? Have u had pan con pollo yet? Merry Christmas btw. I feel like you miss me. Or you'll miss the idea of me. Your hair is probably prettier than mine. and i hope you have good perfumes. I want 10 year old me (you) to fucking love us. I desperately hope she fucking adores us. She would be happy about vlad. so fucking happy lol. who even are we tbh. stop vaping. Im tired. Buy more victoria secret bras. Wash your brushes. Toby needs a bath. Exfoliate your self please. Do your nails hoe. omg lashes. omg no. omg maybe. damn. i actually love u. I have so much hope for u. I wanna give u a big hug. Pumpkin spice latte? :) I love you. And write another letter you love these :) kisses