A letter from March 18th, 2017

Dear FutureMe, Reading a letter to myself from 2015 brought tears to my eyes. I hoped that I got my degree, traveled with bands, and left the country. In 2016 I accomplished all those things and more, but my biggest accomplishment of 2016 was staying alive. I wasn't sure I'd make it to see 2017, I've never seen such a dark place, there was no sign of light at the end of the tunnel. I think I'might starting to see the light, it might be something similar to a false sunrise though. I've never been good at much, but I've been good at staying true to myself. I dont have many hopes or aspirations these days all o can do is hope I make it to read this letter, hope I'm not too much of a wreck by now, and hope that I'm happier. If you've made it this far you can do anything. Now I'm gonna sit back and enjoy this megabus ride through the south. Good luck