A letter from August 18th, 2020

Dear Future Me, Hey, how are you? Right now I'm not well, I'm in the middle of a pandemic and yet I seem to detach myself from the reality. I'm tired of living to appease everything: Mama wanted to be heard and appreciated, my father continuing to be childish, my sister that still needs more patience and guidance, and my mistakes that never seemed to end. I just hope that your disposition in life is different from this distant past that you are reading. I hope that by the time you read this, you are already stronger and wiser. That all is worth it: the nights you cried at the public vehicle, the days you pushed through even if you are drained, the times you never thought of being happy, the seconds you counted before entering the chaotic world, and the discouraging words that almost crushed you. Never forget the mere fact that you almost forgot dreaming because of me being hormonal and emotional as I am. Love yourself more because I kept beating myself for failing in a lot of things. Don't do it, just don't. Truly yours, Angel