A letter from November 5th, 2014

Dear FutureMe, You've went to collage for computer programming. You fell in love with a depressed schizophrenic. There was a lot of drinking and some crying, but in the end it was really amazing. Then it all ended, you got a job. Living on your own, you play guitar. A pretty nice guitar too. You are currently working on a 3rd compilation before really trying to start a band. It was going okay for sometime, and then you just stopped doing things all together. Now you're trying to get into the swing of things again. Oh yeah, start writing music reviews! Hope everything works out! Sincerely, Yourself. P.S. You're sending this on 2020 because 2019 is just an ugly number.