A year ago, I was admitted to UCLA hospital for a mysterious ailment that had been plaguing me since October 2024. My parents rushed home from their anniversary dinner and my mom sat by my hospital bed as we rang in the new year. As the clock struck midnight, I received a letter, from me, from March 6, 2020. It read as such: Sup biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitch What is poppinnnnn???? Wow you still alive? Disappointed but not surprised. Jk. Wow I really hope you’re laughing at this- knowing how FUCKED I was at this point in my life, and knowing it gets…