Dear me

Dear me,

    What up, you silly bitch? It's you from April 4, 2017. 4 in the afternoon. You're sitting outside on the porch next to Pegasus. You're wearing that grey and white Nike muscle tee, oversized basketball shorts (pretty sure it's Pa's), and the Sanuk slippers that you wore when you fell off your skateboard and unknowingly broke your wrist, which, by the way, has maintained an almost year-long sprain that you still kinda have. By the way, do you remember that cute Asian occupational therapist? Goodness gracious.. I think I love her...

    Anyway, it's sunny but a little windy and chilly. Like, put I-should-put-on-a-sweater but I-can-tolerate-this kinda chilly.
... I forgot why I was writing this... OH! Remember when you wrote something similar to this for your Twitter account. Yeah. I'm doing this on here.
 
    I really hope you're doing well. If not, I hope you have the means and friends and family to help you get through whatever you're going through. We're almost done with the first year. Right now, you really should be catching up on making up those Fundamental Art class assignments cuz BOI! You are so far behind. Anyway, have fun. Stay in school. Don't do drugs. Don't talk to strangers. Whatever cliché advice they say to little kids.

    I love you, dude. Also, please don't be an asshole. I know you can be that if you're feelin' too good about yourself.