A letter from January 24th, 2020

Dear future me, It doesn't matter how or when you'll get this email, I know you are going to get through it all. This was never meant to be all for your burden. You'll get down, and fall and fall tremendous amount of times, You going to get your head wrapped up in blanket saying unnecessary things. You going to regret things you do and said right here and now. But I KNOW that it will let you find yourself. You'll be a better person. But I want you to know right now in this moment in the past, a sweet ol' Friday on 24th January of a new decade, you'd be thinking of Amanda Palmer lyrics: "In my mind In a future five years from now I'm one hundred and twenty pounds And I never get hung over Because I will be the picture of discipline Never minding what state I'm in And I will be someone I admire And it's funny how I imagined That I would be that person now But it does not seem to have happened Maybe I've just forgotten how to see That I am not exactly the person that I thought I'd be"