A letter from October 18th, 2017

Dear FutureMe, Five years! We’re nineteen now, ****. Second year of college. I’m Not gonna say what college I hope we went to, because you know which ones we wanted to go to. I hope my style got better, and I realllly hope we dated someone. I also hope we’re super successful at nineteen. I’m hopeful, sue me. You’re great I hope. I hope we’re not like paralyzed or anything, and everyone we like is still doing okay. Ace, Zeus, and Bella are okay I hope. They’re adorable now, I love them a lot. I hope they’re okay.