A letter from January 15th, 2019

Dear FutureMe, I feel like a flesh shell of angst and self loath sprinkled with neatly chipped pieces of hot, hot potatoes. This friday marks the day my soul will be devoured. So I began quietly killing my mentality, this way I won't be much hurt when the time comes, I hope. You see, to put it simply, my mother seems to think reminding me of the consequences of lazing around harshly is.. Motivating me. I'm sorry ma, as much as I love you, more than myself even, the way you think sometimes really makes me want to distance myself from you. Why is friday important? That day we'll be getting our school reports for the first semester. Mine's horrible. I know it's horrible. I failed three classes. Three! And so when she sees it she'll uh.. Yeah. What the hell dude, you already know all of this! I didn't come here to remind you of those, jfc. I'll get to it; Are you staying strong like you promised me? Are you working hard enough? Staying hydrated?? Sometimes taking care of ourselves is hard and seems pointless for us, you and me I mean. I know you. You know me. And wherever you might be, you're not weak and have never been. We have people who love us and as long as you're happy it doesn't matter who support you. Even if the one that turns their back is mom. We've got a lotta people to prove wrong and that fact will never change, I know one of our main fuels is spite. Thought I'd remind you lmao :^^ Talk about your feelings. I know it's pretty hard for us since we rarely can identify our emotions, but if you don't talk you'll just end up in the same place. Can't bother anyone? Write a fucking letter like I'm doing right now. Set yourself some limits. We'll meet again in the near future, See you later cunt.