A letter from October 28th, 2018

Dear FutureMe, Happy birthday! Wow you're/I'm getting old huh? Hitting 22. This is sorta stupid but I'll thank myself later. It's 11:25 pm on Oct 27, 2018; I'm playing joji covers on repeat, staring at the 3 faced Hugo I'm supposed to finish (Pastel drawing for Art class), I just dyed my ends red again and that's basically it. How's your/my love life? I really hope I'm still with Hugo; I hope we met by the time you get this and we finally went on too many dates to even count. If I'm smart enough right now I would be in my last year of University if I managed to even get in ofc. You better make sure we do well and get a good job. Also don't forget about art, right now is when I choose to go into business instead of art but I don't want myself to forget about what I really love doing. Keep being yourself and you'll get through it, I mean it