Future Letter
Dear old hag, this is literally the second letter to your future self that you have written during the frickin corona virus pandemic. It's the third you've written in your lifetime so far. Anyways, how are you? That's a stupid question. I'm writing this at 5:16 AM on June 1st 2020. I did not slep so forgive me if there are any grammatical errors and weird rants and stuff but also, don't be surprised. Also it's June. And like, if you wanna skip all this and just read the last two paragraphs (the most sentimental parts i guess) then uhhh you can. i guess. First of all, let me just REMIND you of the things that has happened so far in this pandemic. You talked to yourself in front of the mirror, you had the WEIRDEST dreams, you baked a lot, you did some crazy and scary makeup looks. You got closer with your sisters and you started watching Supernatural and listening to Girl in Red *hint *hint *wink *wink. You painted literally everything in your ro