Let’s be honest: my future self and I aren’t on speaking terms. I keep promising to “prepare” for tomorrow’s chaos, but it’s like me and Future Me have some unspoken rivalry. I’m sure that when I’m older, I’ll look back at my past self and go, “Wow, you really had your priorities all wrong, huh?” But until then, I’m just gonna keep leaving everything for tomorrow. After all, what’s tomorrow if not my personal dumpster fire?












