Dear future self,
I am afraid that you are not who I hoped you to be.
I am nervous that you haven't gone places.
I am worried that you are still stuck in Utah without a chance of traveling.
I am horrified at the possibility that you've changed, & you're not me.
I am scared at the thought that you've finally given up.
I am terrified that you've grown old. Not in person, but in spirit.
Words cannot come to the amount of fear I have of you.
As of now, I don't know where you are in life.
But if you find yourself here. Run.
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