A letter from October 25th, 2020

Dear FutureMe, Don’t cry, smile. Cut those who hurt you, babygirl stop caring about those you know hurt you the most and move the hell on. Listen, I know it hurts a lot, trust me. You have so much toxicness in your life, how are you supposed to chase that bag? I’m not sure if I’ll ever receive this email, but one thing... move on, don’t look back.