A letter from February 7th, 2020

Dear FutureMe, I wish you had achieved at least one of your many, many dreams. Its been a tough life, rough paths and ungrateful ******** along the way. But you stood still and persevered, nevertheless, you survived against your odds, the odds estabilished by the (successful/rich/white/spoiled) people in this god-forsaken piece of carbon-ironed-rock floating in the nothingness of this almost-endless universe. You can't be who you want to be, the way you intended to be. But to make this far, you really deserve a tap in the back. Keep fighting, this life is the only on you got. Try to make this work out and, at least, try not to fall for your eternal sadness. Yeah, I know it hurts, maybe even more when you read this letter, but this is a part of whom we are. The pain keeps us going until there is none to feel. I hope I still love you, even love you more than now when you read it. Bye, future me. Keep the good fight and bury the corpses of those who cross your path with hostile intentions. :)