A letter from May 24th, 2020

Dear FutureMe, you are writing this while high lol. so this is probably going to be stupid, but anyways. in 5 years you've definitely forgotten 2020 you by now, so let me just remind you. as of 5/23/2020, you're a ****** loser. you're so sad all of the ******* time that its caused you to be anxious and paranoid all the time. and you're constantly in a screaming match with the voices in your head. you keep thinking too much about reality and existence. its made you become too self aware of your actions and feelings. basically you're a suicidal weirdo whos too scared to ask for help because you wouldn't be able to explain why you're upset. and ur constantly in a battle of if u should or should not die because 1, u don't want your friends to be sad at such a young age and 2, u really cant see yourself far in future. the mere thought of having to live for another 5 years made you feel sick. yeah but anyways, I hope you're past all That lol. you'll be 24 when you read this and I hope your soul is at peace girl. i hope you're content with life, I hope you have found peace with life. that you are happy, that you are forever prospering. I'm rooting for you girl. you're doing it for me. you're giving me hope to not hurt myself. oh and are you still smoking pot? lol love you one day, me