A letter from August 5th, 2020

Dear FutureMe, We are 19. We are still an apprentice and we're about to move out of our place. Life is still pretty hard like always, dad is still mentally abusing us but it's fine. We tried to take our life again but it didn't work and I'm happy about it. Birdy is five years old and still super energetic, he still loves to play the ball and go out, I'm so proud of him. I hope he's still with us as I'm writing this... Mom still doesn't have a job and we still hate our step sisters. Mom is married to the guy we hate but she's happy. Do we have our own business yet ? Are we a CEO ? Do we have children and if so I hope we kept our promise to only have two. Did we found someone ? Are we happy ? I hope we are. Here in 2020, I'm still a depressed wreck and I still hang on Birdy. Did we get more tattoos ? Do we regret the first one ? Is everyone okay ? Are we okay ? I hope we are. You know, dad is still pressuring us to move out completely... He even wants to keep Birdy but I refuse everytime. I'm scared... scared that one day he might switch, scared that little Boo won't live long enough, scared that mom won't find a job and I'm scared that I might never be able to see this message in five years... Anyway, hope we're still alive ahah. Be safe... Remember : What we didn't have control over, is not our fault. Goodbye. Yourself from the fifth of August 2020 at 3:33 p.m.