A letter from May 7th, 2020

Dear FutureMe, it's May 7th, 2020. A gloomy sunny day. You have been through a lot. Are you still alive? I hope so. I don't want you be sad all day and thinking something suicidal like what I'm doing right now. I hope you are fine. Too many painful things happened. Sometimes it hurts so much. Today, like the other day, you feel so much pain when your parents compared you with someone else, like always. It's hurt so much when you have to live a life like this. And how about the man you love? Of course, I think you won't end up with him. It's painful when you love someone and you already know that it's impossible for you to be with him. It's painful when you meet him every day, but you have to forget all about him in one time. But that's okay, I know you've found your true soulmate. Am I right?..... How about your friends? Are they still there for you? Or they aren't on your side as I expected? I'm in a phase when you think all of your friends actually don't really care about you. I hope you have friends of maybe a friend who truly supports you. I'm sorry that I remind you these things. I have no one to talk with. I think my friends don't want to hear my sadness so yeah.. I wish you are happy now, please love yourself little more. Love, your 23th self.