A letter from June 26th, 2020

Time Travelled — 12 months

Peaceful right?

Dear Me, It's kinda funny how you're sitting here right now. Holding back tears. Or well, barely able to. All because he was able to replace you. I mean you knew it was going to happen sooner or later. It actually took way longer than you thought it would. Maybe you actually meant something to him huh. But I think you're barely holding back tears because you're scared. The same reason why you even stayed with him for as long as you did. You're scared of being alone. Even though you always preach that staying single is not the end of the world and that you'll be a successful woman all on your own. It's not shameful whatsoever to stay single. But still, you long for a connection with someone. Someone that looks at you and sees the entire universe in your eyes. Maybe you're just hormonal as **** right now because of your period. But you've always been scared of being alone. Not finding anyone that likes all the weird sides of you. That always exhausted you, didnt it? Pretending to be some kind of person you're really not? Maybe that's why you wanted to go back so bad, to your native country. You thought maybe if I go back eventually it'll be easier. You'll have so many options. It's just hard not quite fitting into either cultures. You can't really talk to anyone that understands you. And in this day and age it's hard to even get to know new people. You'll have to try harder. You had all these plans this year to travel alone. But ofcourse because of the pandemic, you're not going anywhere. I hope that when you're reading this, you're finally okay with yourself. Because reading this over I realized that a lot of this fear is coming from the fact that you don't think you're enough. That's why you want to try and change so much. But you are enough. But you have to learn to be enough for yourself. Just like you had to learn that you aren't stupid and will succeed. You proved that teacher wrong who belittled you when you were 12. I hope that by the time you're reading this you submitted your thesis and that it went well. I think you should be graduating soon. YOU did that. All on your own. Because you ARE enough. Stop doubting yourself. Stop comparing yourself to everyone. You're pretty. You're a loving person with too many feelings sometimes. But you're human. And you're enough. Please start loving yourself. Please let go of this fear. Someone will realize how great you are someday. At least I hope so. But before that you need to realize that first. Now I really need to stop crying. I need to study for this exam on monday. I'm nervous but I know it'll be okay. Just like how you'll be okay. Hang in there futureself. I hope you're well. And I hope you're not as broken as I am right now. I hope you moved on. I hope you finally removed him from everything. Him and everyone he knows. That's the only way you'll truly move on. Focus on your future. Graduate. Enjoy that moment. Plan out whatever tf you'll do next. You've already thought this through. You got this. This pandemic really took a toll on you man. It forced you to address so many thing about yourself and it's honestly scary. But one thing is for sure. You're not that scared little 12 year old girl anymore. It's time for the real **** to happen. The real world. I know you hate when people say that. As if the world you're living in right now is fake. But the truth is the world I'm living in right now isn't everything. And neither is the world you're in right now. Reminds me of that cheesy quote you used to love as a teenager. Like the seasons, things change. And so will your mindset. I finally stopped crying. And I think it's really time for me finish studying. I love you. I really do. With love always, Your past self.

Epilogue

about 6 hours later

Dear past me,

I totally forgot I even wrote this one. Last year I wrote so many fucking letters, it started to feel a bit like therapy ngl. 2020 was...

A year reyv werid ieeddn rof us. San'wt fstuf dne het fo yuoe'r utb eth neidrsbicg ti. Idd gonrgwi lto a oyu of. It yaes and 'anwst. .
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Weke the yuo tohgu aws otewr shti ryve. Dlyusden nda came eyedravy lsmtao oyu iebrkang poitn hda napci ctktsaa uyor yvre. Orf ee(aucsb ftle a uddsen ryou uoy ahvign eth irsft 2 ustj esher idnren ti iaang lredo saw uyo eewr out of sgibisln mtie) dlealow wtih npcia nda lal. Nghvia anicp knwe enhr,oat ouy actatk oepkvoon,-dnr were ouy. Tenw mhoe nad ucexsde yerla lsfourey uyo so. Ufll wlmtndeo hte awy hoem a ownbl adh no oyu. And seatr on dasy bsdobe dhel oalen glkiwan ofr trtees oyu sutj ouy lal dierc hte teh ackb wlihe. Os dsaxuehte eewr to oe,hm juts oiatpntrm uot,hgh tghiesmno say uyo gto eappdns arfet sti' ouy nda. Yuo oeredvm ngear won ofrm erthe serhe amide is nliegs ni slcaio ihm veyer. Vermdeo nebrum oyu neev ihs. Yes aols lla oury dna vedoerm tmlauu dfnirse ouy. Hatt tonpi eth ahlneig was nnrtuig meca beasuec tehn lear nemmot a. Lats enwt flet nhwe tmei relfei yuo ot the you irntloapiseh iths telf cseubea ttha ptapedr. Cbaeseu ni ihm 'sntwa aaswly sa inap wsa uoy he letf you fo tnilu hantroe guthtoh ttah it shopinlrtiae pkuacb but tsih. Quiet lcalatyu isthyt it of saw uoy. Ilngeah tnew fof etylclopme twaedrasrf leedph imh btu tarts ,slaa ttuignc kkic ouy hte htgruoh. I cianp the rapt tacakt het dah atls pcnai tsbe eth asw rbeeddsci that nda tkcata si oyu. Ti's raye cnpia adh a oyu nwo ktaacst no and neeb. .
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Uyo lla lte thta me eppnahed nwo of shit ogod het tell nrecelyt. Fi ddi yrev it my i in os i ylmefs hsstei hdan yas dan eenefddd i lwel. 8 ogt and rechreas 9 an fro a rof wokr i lab. Asrtt ttah rfmo eth asw ym lago. Rof meda lhasptio sroyfeul a eht eman ta you laylre. Uoy mna did elwl os. Uoy fo im' oudrp. Tdon' aenso'yn yuo deen nvadltoaii. Suerlyof by lal urey'o gnoid rgaet. Nlgoa peraietacp cmseo ustj ouy hitrg e'llh het nhwe pnoers. Tnxe si gdiaauntor omhnt 8ht in the. Tub na bjo ot istll ne,ht i od asaobrsmad vhae ulint. .
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A'ntc earh itaw to uoy giana rfom.
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Asa,wly vole.
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Ouyr efsl uuertf.

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