A letter from March 18th, 2020

Dear FutureMe, We are living in weird fucking times right now. I really and truly hope that when i get this email next year, all of this shit is behind us. For right now, nothing is certain. Covid-19 is pretty much all anybody talks about. It's everything i think about. Do i have enough food? Enough toilet paper? WHY THE FUCK IS EVERYONE HOARDING TOILET PAPER? I find myself thinking about the Diary of Anne Frank. I read it when i was a little girl so i don't remember all the details, but i do remember being surprised by some of the really mundane shit she wrote about. It made no sense to me, considering the circumstances that she was living in, that the daily BS would rate a journal entry. And here we are: 2020 and the world is falling apart and I really get how sometimes you have to worry about normal shit. Sometimes you wonder if your 77-year-old dad is going to be okay and if your asthmatic 12-year-old is going to be okay and if YOU, the sole provider for your household is going to be okay. And sometimes you make jokes and share memes and watch stupid TV on Netflix. Sometimes life is overwhelming and sometimes it's 100% normal and neither state really makes sense right now. God i hope that things are better soon. But i look at italy and i'm not going to lie - i'm really scared they won't be...