A letter from Dec 19, 2025

Dear Future Me, you are a total piece of useless ****. You convince everyone you have skills (all useless) but you are an incompetent borderline mentally handicapped person. Nobody deserves happiness, life or success and especially you. Youve done nothing, you will never have anything remarkable, and are ugly inside and out. I hope I don't read this next year and you are erased from existence. You are an emotional liability to others and bring more suffering than anything good. ****** friend, sibling, son, grandson and in law. Maybe the world can heal for others with you being gone. If you are alive and scoff at this it's only because you're running on false hope that you are something you clearly are not. You are simply just an idea or concept to people that are in denial of what you actually are. I'm not telling you things are going to get better because that's fantasy. The only thing that sucks about you not actually shooting yourself is now you can't because you didn't fully commit. Heavy drugs, sleep aids and alcohol will be your friend if you actually see this. You are the problem. Please somebody or something **** you. Rot in pieces already so people can properly rebuild and heal.