A letter from June 3rd, 2020

Dear FutureMe, Hey, i hope that you're alive, that you didn't gave up and you're reading this... Hope you didn't reach a very low point in life, that you didn't get so low to cut, That you get to the point that you're cutting, that you actually trying to **** yourself. I hope that you told someone how you feel and that you are better now, That you learned to love yourself, That you except yourself, That you stopped crying yourself to sleep and that you stopped hurting. I hope That you lived a little and you're no longer the pathetic insecure girl that can't look at herself in the mirror or in pictures or think about the stupid **** she have done, and that you are a lot more confident. I hope that you're eating better now and that you don't have to skip meals to help you feel better about yourself, to make you feel like you managed to achieve something. I Hope you found something you like to do and that you do it happily. I hope you found your safe place, And that you are surrounded by good and loving people. I hope you're living the dream. That you are studying something you like or even started working in the medical field like you wanted. I hope you didn't pushed everyone away, that you made more friends and you're doing it easily. But of course still best friend with shay. I hope you found a cute boyfriend, A guy how loves you, that he is treating you well and that you're going on cute dates and that you're cuddling (a lot!) I hope you didn't let your life as a teen go to waste. I wish you would reach those goals, I really do... I wish you could come and shake me and tell me everything will be fine because right now i don't see myself getting any further in life, i don't see a future not a bright one. Cause I'm not fine at all. Love, me