A letter from July 11th, 2020

Dear FutureMe, I hope you’re happy. I hope you don’t cry everyday and think you’re worthless. I hope you’re in college. Maybe you have a girl/boy/joyfriend. Are you pursuing your dreams? Please don’t let your s/o take advantage of you again if you have one. Are you clean of self harm? If so, for how long? I wish I was in a better place, but hopefully you are. Hopefully I’m still here in five years...