A letter from June 1st, 2020

Hey FutureMe, If you're reading this: I'm so proud of you. I know it was hard for you to stay alive. All that thoughts are just ******* me. I hope it's getting better. But if you are reading this means you are still here. Maybe you're reading this right now and don't remember me: Im you from 2020. Yes you read it right. 2020. The worst time of your life. When you had to count every calorie. When you couldn't sleep. When you struggled with depression, sozial phobia, self hate and overthinking. I hope you survived it because I can't do this anymore. I can't do anything without thinking bad about me. I can't sleep without medicine. I can't go outside without thinking that people are hating me, or laughing about me. And everything what's going on at the moment. You can't trust anyone, even the police. I'm sure you are remembering acab, blm and ******. I really hope you're fine. I wish I could just timetravel. Oh almost forgotten: Happy birthday 🎉🎊💕 I hope your wishes getting real. Love, MeFrom2020