A letter from September 9th, 2019

Dear FutureMe, hey, how’s our life? I hope everything is so much better then it is now, I hope everything we planned worked out and that you’re happy. But if not. that’s okay, get up. try again but work harder this time because this time you’re going to make it. i hope you got into public school or maybe you’re taking more classes at hearts. i really hope youre at least got caught up enough to have the opportunity to go to LCHS or HHS, this homeschool shit sucks bruh, but you know that. How’s your art going? i honestly hope you didn’t give up on that because we both know art and music is some of the only shit getting us through this year. Do you love yourself yet? do you genuinely love yourself yet? i hope you said yes to that. if not that’s alright. self love and happiness ain’t shit that happens overnight. stuff will get better i promise. deep down you know that and damnit don’t forget it. I wanna tell you before this email ends that if stuff went downhill and you’re not happy or healthy that YOU NEED TO GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER RIGHT THE FUCK NOW AND IM NOT PLAYIN, GET THE FUCK UP. STOP PROCRASTINATING, WAKE UP EARLY, WORKOUT, MAKE FRIENDS DO SCHOOL, TELL THE PEOPLE THAT YOU LOVE THAT YOU. FUCKING. LOVE. THEM. BECAUSE YOURE NOT GETTING THIS TIME BACK WHEN ITS GONE ITS GONE SO. MAKE THE FUCKING MOST OF IT. <3