A letter from June 24th, 2020

Dear FutureMe, How are you? Well i don't know how I'll be able to start this letter to myself. I hope you're doing well, and by doing well I mean I hope you've been able to pass all this **** happening to yourself. Currently I'm going into some ****** crisis wherein I'm losing hope for change. I want to change I really do, but maybe I'm just lacking some willpower. Are you moving forward this days? This pandemic doesn't seem like its going to wear off in this country. I really hope you're doing well with studies hahahahaha. Do you still like Vic though? If you don't remember this at this time its been 3-4 years of me liking him. I'm afraid that me starting all my plans for my self-improvement won't make an impact for the next few years. I'm afraid that I won't make a change and I'll just whine, complain, and accept that there's no hope for me to love myself. My passion for drawing is slowly fading away. The feeling where I wake up in the morning and just draw whatever I like for myself. I hope I'll be able to grasp that again. It's like it only happen once. All this social standards, media , how people perceive each other makes me want to choke myself. If you read this you're probably in the 3rd year of college. I don't know yet if architecture is for me. If you really chose this I hope you're doing okay with the pressure and stress at the university. Surely you're making new friends, right now I'm getting anxious in making new friends since I already gotten used to my friends at my school for the past 11 years. I would probably write more in the future for you. I just want to remind you that... Please don't **** yourself.