A letter from September 19th, 2020

Dear FutureMe, I am so ******* miserable. Life is so helpless, so insignificant, so meaningless. I have so much resentment towards him for not trying enough, for giving me attitude, for not wanting it enough. i try to go his pace, i try to cajoule, i try not to pressure. but i feel like life just keeps repeating the same **** it did three years ago. we are back to this ******* miserable ******** we were in. how can he claim to love me when he won't even try to help himself. sometimes i feel that all this can just end. and then nothing will matter anymore. life's just like that. all that glitter, all the love, mean **** at the end. i am just so ******* stressed. if you're still alive in 5 years, i hope things have worked out for you. if not, it's ok. nothing matters anyway,