A letter from May 3rd, 2020

Dear FutureMe, holy crap, your old dude. gosh, 3 years do actually pass by faster than I thought, or you thought, lmao idk. let's say that I'm am QuRiKy to use all lowercase, but idc at all. by the time you see this, its the Olympic year. but you're a senior. omg. you've gone through so much, and 13-year-old self wants to go to the NAVY, maybe you'll find a change of heart, but its what YOU WANT to do, not mom. anxiety sucks ***, and you know that. you have worked so hard to become this amazing person that you are, someone who legit is writing a letter to myself to the future. i know tht you have so changed, and im so proud for what hardships you have to go through, like, um, dating, definetly, im a bi ***** HEEL yea. sorry. but really, its amazing that you in the future will see this, like wow, so much has changed, and really its insane. but one thing, you HAVE TO REMEMER, is that yuo have to choose the best things for yourself, not mom, or dad, or your dogs, or your friends, if you dont want to do tennis, go ahead, quit it, if you want to become a artist, go ahead! don't let mom's actions define who you are as a person, as a matter of fact, don't let anyones actions define you. i love you so much, please don't leave, always stay with the people you feel closest to. i'll see you in 4 years. :)