A letter from August 8th, 2019

Dear FutureMe, i hope that you’re feeling better. currently, nothing feels right in 2019. it’s a living hell. i have no good friends except for my online ones, i’m nocturnal now, i’m not even close with my parents that much anymore. hopefully you’ll be alive by the time you read this. i cry about every day and night. i could **** myself a thousand times and wouldn’t regret a thing. nothing feels right here. if you feel better, i’m so glad. let’s hope that i didn’t **** myself before i read this.