A letter from July 31st, 2020

Dear FutureMe, If you're reading this, it means you're winning the fight with your head. I'm writing this at 17 and if you're reading this, you're 22. That means that you graduated three years ago and now maybe you're studying? medicine? physics? I don't know. What you're studying isn't my main focus. My main focus is that you're breathing. That's the most important part. Especially since back here in 2020, you from the past is seventeen and sad. seventeen and suicidal. 2020 has been one **** show of a year bro. Making it out of this year alone is impressive. Getting to 2025? Even more so. All I care about is you reading this, but if you are, I have questions too. 1. He moved back four weeks ago and we hang out every day and you of age 17 is very much in love with him. Do you still know him? I hope you didn't lose him. 2. Where are you studying? 3. What were your grad points? 4. How's F? Realizing that we're prolly going separate ways for uni is weird, please don't lose her. 5. I hope mom and dad are okay, confirm? 6. Did he come out yet? 7. At what point did you cut the streaks? 8. Are you happy? You deserve to be. Proud of you for getting this far. I really hope you're reading this. I love you.