Dear more matured self,

Do you remember 2020? Of course, you do. Your journal says it was supposed to revolutionary. Where you had sworn to implement all New Year resolutions and take that solo trip to the mountains. I don’t know about you, but I haven’t stepped out of the house in the past three months. Of my nineteen years of existence, I can tell you, this has been the craziest year (crazier than the one when you broke your same foot, thrice!). Nothing much actually, just a world pandemic that’s not ending anytime soon.