A letter from April 27th, 2020

Dear FutureMe, As of right now, during quarantine, you were struggling to find a way to relax, everywhere you went someone was there. You struggled to keep in touch with friends because your mind was already so crowded. You have one very close friend named drake and you’d give him the world, you love him that much. Don’t be afraid to tell him that, it makes him feel good. He loves you too. Your cat Gilbert is very loving, right now he’s sitting next to you and you’re petting his tummy, he’s purring very loud. He’s the prettiest kitty. Last Friday you tried to throw a party for you and your friends, not very many people came but it was still fun. You fell asleep 20 minutes in, because the night before you stayed up all night talking to your best friend drake, for 7 hours strike to be precise. You thought you were gonna die on the 22nd for some reason, so you deleted all the apps you could and every thing you’ve ever owned and cleaned your room, so that if you died then your family would think you were a clean person. As of right now you want to be an interior designer and make people smile, you can’t decide between living in a cottage on the english country side, or live in a jazzy apartment in New York. You think your music taste is horrible but really it’s not THAT bad, at least you don’t listen to Dua lipa. I assume everything gets better. I love you.