A letter from September 26th, 2015

Dear 17 year old me, As I write this, I feel like I won't last long enough to read it. I am tired of feeling sad, of feeling hopeless, of feeling depressed. I want to be happy again. I thought Andres was the one. And he ended up breaking my heart in such a destructive way. Fuck man, we were so stupid. So naive. Love doesn't exist, does it? Please tell me we've stopped feeling this way.