A letter from August 3rd, 2015

Dear Future me, I really hope things are going okay for you. Right now I'm scared that I'm not going to have a future. I'm scared of coming down with illness, being murdered in my sleep, being killed or harmed somehow. I can't think this far ahead into the future without developing anxiety. Life is hard right now. I'm barely making enough money to get by and I'm about to be roommates with someone who can either help me a lot or hurt me. I dunno yet. I just hope that you're reading this in a better place than the one I'm in now. And if you found love, remember how lonely and miserable you were back then, and don't let her go. -Past you