A letter from December 31st, 2017

Dear Me, I’m not judging you. I swear to god I’m not. Who knows, by now things may even have changed. Maybe things are better. Maybe you’re happy. If you are, that’s awesome. I’m glad we got it together and figured out how to be satisfied with our life. If not then, as stated before: I’m not judging you. I get it. I know why we’ve been living in this limbo for so long. You were sick today. Not that bad, basically just the sniffles, but you’re not at work when you ought to have been. I know you forgive me for that. Sometimes you just have to take care of yourself. Your health is relatively stable although you’re itchy all the time and you have a weird brown spot on your right middle finger (which is probably a bruise but of course you think it’s melanoma.) You’re probably fine. I hope you had some fun this year. I hope you got to do some things you wanted to do. Hang in there, kid. Love, Me