A letter from August 6th, 2020

Dear FutureMe, A few days ago I sent you a letter that was the exact opposite of this one. You already know what happend cause you are a better version of me ( or so I hope). We never had good friends, at the moment the remakable once again are Laura and Ylenia that still be the only who don't run away from your ****. Maybe you will be in a good moment when you will read this one, and I'm so sorry for the outbrust but I just need to talk with someone I can complitely trust. Today is our birthday and I would like to feel more comfortable with myself and how surround me, instead I feel like I was born wrong, as if something is missing. I feel like I'm not worthy of love or true friendship. Maybe you will ask yourself why in the hell you were writing in English and the answer is that is easier in this why. Thank you for listening, not that you had choice. Young you. Ps. Happy birthday 💌