A letter from July 18th, 2019

Dear FutureMe, I'm writing this from the rooftop. You always loved your roof. I hope it's still your favourite place. When you wrote this you were so afraid of growing up. Of being an adult. So i truly hope you got over it. That you became the kind of adults you wanted to be and that your soul survived the adulthood. If you haven't then it's ok. It's never too late for anything. Jupiter is over there watching me while i'm writing this. He and so many others were your secret friends. Never lose them. They're always there no matter what so don't turn your back to them. I don't know who's there with you at the moment and who's not. Remember that being alone is not that bad but also that doesn't mean you push people away. It's ok to have someone. It's also ok to trust someone but don't jump into it. Make sure that one is trust worthy. You have so much in your mind. I hope you talked about the(not my story to tell) thing with someone. If not then do. I know it's not your thing but it's eating you alive. If it's hard with someone you know then do it with someone you don't know at all. Get it out of your chest and don't ruin yourself. I hope Dark Knight is still there. You never trusted him fully but deep down you kinda did. I hope he didn't turn out to be like everyone else. If so then it's ok. Don't hate him. He gave you good poems. And he was the reason you stumbled for the first time in your life. Remember the poem "Loss"?! November 18th 1:36~1:40 a.m. Also i hope you told him about the dot music. Keep your books close and your binoculars closer (hope you bought your own) Life is fleeting but beautiful and it's all yours. Find light and if you couldn't then go on a car ride and watch the yellow lights. They're your favourite. I love you. No matter how much you've changed. Your old self loved you. She loves you. P.s. five string serenade.