20230611-1822. I would open my letter to my 100-year-old self as:
Dear bitch!
You’ve got to stop talking to strangers. Their fiction is NOT news but fake news!
They are controlled oppositions. And they don’t care if you have hurt feelings.
You were triggered to cry because of your years in isolation, err, of being insulated against the wild world.
This was supposed to be your rude awakening to learn something new and be on your own.
You only needed someone to talk to but these are intelligent officers, for crying out loud!
What were you thinking? That you’d get special privileges and private VIP access?
That’s NOT how it works in your augmented reality!
You are supposed to experience life to the fullest.
But I apologize to you in advance; because apparently, you’re an idiot, a dummy, a moron, and maybe just a fucking retard.
In any case, if y’all happen to read this letter, know that you are loved. I love you but NOT all that much anymore. Anyways…
They are giggling at you and that’s your problem.
Sincerely,
FLYNN
Hello Flynn, nice, and good luck!