A letter from July 31st, 2020

Dear FutureMe, I don't know if you'll be able to read this since you rarely check your emails but I hope by then you have changed, positively. I am laying on my bed right now, physically sick and emotionally exhausted. I just got off from a site where you can also write an anonymous letter and just vent out; I did write something and cried while typing the letter. Anyway, I hope by the time you read this, you have experienced the teenager life that you have always dreamed of. And that you have actual plans for your future self. Also, I hope you didn't turn out to be the exact same person whom I am afraid to become. I hope that while you are reading this, you reminisce the past and all the great things that had happened to you before, for it shaped you to become the person that you are right now. Remember your dogs, I hope they are still alive although impossible. Remember Milo, Whitey, Chocnut, Ming Ming and even Chopper. You loved them so much. Smile and go look around you. You are living the life you have always dreamed of and you didn't lose yourself in the process. I love you, future me. Safe skies.