A letter from July 30th, 2019

Peaceful right?

Dear FutureMe, It's Tuesday, July 30th, 2019. It's 4 am and you haven't been able to sleep all night. You're staying at mom and dad's until you can move into your new apartment. Jerry got trapped in your room over the weekend and it smells like poop. You have therapy at 11 am so you're hoping to get some sleep before then. You've been dating Phreaky for 9 months and you truly love him. He makes everything better. God has been really good to you through him. He loves you like Jesus does and challenges you a lot. He could not be more perfect for me, but I've said that before. I hope he's next to you when you read this so you can share it with him. I don't know what you'll be doing 5 summers from now, but I hope it's something you enjoy. I'm guessing it has something to do with ACF but we'll see. I love you xoxo ❤

Epilogue

10 months later

I could not have been more wrong about Phreaky lolol jk sort of. At the end of the day...

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