A letter from October 31st, 2014

Dear FutureMe, Today your life sucks. You don't know what fucking spirit or spell is draining your joy, but you feel resentful of all your mistakes, and all the time you lost due to pleasing your fucking family. You feel deserted, aimless, full of obsessions you can't follow because they lead NOWHERE. You spend all your miserable days at your bed, looking at pics of another motherfucker that's replacing Bruno. You are trying to be a good christian, you're trying to forgive everybody but yourself. There's no more time because you are 36 years old or because you're dying sooner. Your bad health condition is giving you some hope through knowing you're dying before you reach 50. What's the meaning of every dream you pursued, gave up and is fooling yourself to go after cause 'never is too late'? Fuck this hideous dellusional people telling these lies to make you buy books and keeping you in the mud. No, thanks religion, I feel too guilty to atempt against my life. But I am jealous of people who are brave enough. Cheers to your ordinary life where the best you reach is a job to buy a pizza in the weekend and make you gain back all the weight you lost working out at the gym. Not mad with God, I'm just frustrated to be who I am. And to end like this. But the end will be the party, so let's wait and see.