A letter from May 25th, 2020

Dear FutureMe, Are you still alive? I hope you're well, or at least better than I am right now. I hope you found some happiness; a reason to look forward to tomorrow. You should be 18 now, so I hope you're happy and satisfied with all your decisions. I hope you stopped looking for "the one" and started looking for yourself and I hope you are finally good enough on your own. I know you'll be cringing at this while reading it, and I understand I sound really edgy and "emo" right now, but I'm sure you understand since you ARE me. I hope you started all those silly projects you wanted to start, and I sure hope you make an impact on the world with your work. I like to put all the future responsobilities on you and hope that "the universe" will allign all the stars for me, but I know I need to do some work towards happiness on my own. I'm trying, and I hope you're proud of me. Love you lots, past you. P.S. Happy birthday, hope it's the best one yet :)