Letter to my freshman self

Dear Patrick
How's it going?
I know that it's been a little while
Since I wrote you
And I know that you're oblivious
To how much time has passed you
But I got a couple questions
That I really need to ask you
Do you feel like Clark Kent yet?
Super in the booth
Like your past been parked in
So you maneuver with aloof
See yeah
Consumer with the truth
Is a difficult find
So I'm living on my biblical grind
And it's a heck of a time
If you wonder where the requiem hides
It's gonna pop out of the tombstones
In the night sometimes
When that fight night jingle rings
Off in the distance
If it's party admission
And be the martyr who missed it
I'm fiending for heart or wisdom
A reason to start again
With another version of you
Who's a little bit less dismissive
Thespian for the misses
Whose legend reads one who isn't
Designed with it's only purpose
Is rhyming and giving kisses
Timeless in intermissions
Pilot for the white flag
The pacifist of part
Who'd never pass a fist or fight back
I mean it's tight yeah
But who would disagree?
Remember eighth grade?
Remember missing me?
That was a beautiful track
And you bade it blissfully
So I know there's advice
That you would probably like to give to me
The future self
Who knows how all the nooses felt
I remember every single time you lose yourself
But never give up
There's too much good to come
See you'll meet a beautiful girl
Who knows what love means
So don't end up above me
And write all of those rhymes down
'cause it's about time that you started living life now
Cheer the fuck up
You beautiful loser
Sincerely signed
You from the future