A letter from August 5th, 2020

Dear FutureMe, It's 11:51pm and I have just wiped away the last of my tears. I lay here listening to Taylor's new album, folklore, and currently invisible string is playing. This must be hormones but I feel like ****. Several minutes ago, I tried chatting with random people on Omegle but I ended the conversation after a "hi". I find it so pathetic that I had to resort to virtual conversations with complete strangers to get through the night. I deleted more than a hundred "friends" on Facebook and "followers" on Instagram these last two days in an effort to stay true to myself. I barely share a "hi" with majority of those people anyway. It was surprisingly liberating when I was deleting those people's accounts, one after another. I wanted to keep only those I trust and who are my "real" friends but I still find myself alone at night with no one to call or talk to. If this ever finds you, I hope you finally have someone to call or talk to before you sleep. I don't want to be this lonely anymore five years from now.