A letter from Aug 28, 2022

Dear future me, I've been writing you for a while now, counted five letters with this one six. I don't know why I need to write you so much, maybe because I feel lonely and just want someone to understand. Lately, I feel like no one does, but that's okay. Today I was thinking about life, specifically how fast it changes. If you told me 2 years ago that we would end up here, I would've told you to **** off. Two years ago, we had different thoughts, different friends, different goals, and different opinions. We were someone else, and I can't help but think about who we will become. I hope you don't lose sight of what's important, but I won't blame you if your priorities change. I simply want you to find yourself. I'll do my best to grow and find my way to you. Now it's time for updates! Only one week til I move, and it's driving me insane. I keep thinking about what could go wrong and if I'll be able to handle it. When people ask if I'm nervous or have any doubts, I put on a brave face and tell them that I'm okay... But I don't think I am. What if I don't make any friends? What if they hate me? What if I fail every class? Part of me is feeling very positive about all this, but it's pretty hard to ignore the part of me that it's not. Please tell me that everything worked out and that we are finally happy... I really think we deserve it. I love you, don't forget that. Ps. Try and be better every day.