A letter from December 16th, 2020

Dear FutureMe, I’m currently a sad ***** at 18 years old writing a letter on my mother’s couch. I literally weigh more than a grown man. I hate college and my job and I have no idea what I want to do. I feel like I’m at a complete stand still. Honestly I wonder why I didn’t just **** myself if life was gonna be the freaking boring. What exactly is the point? I want to feel loved and appreciated the way that I try to love and appreciate the people I call friends. Why can’t I ever seem to pick the right people. What is wrong with me. I want a guy to love me like Enzo loved Bonnie. I want him to understand my wants and needs and actually see me. I want friends that see me and bring me to life. That are down for just random fun days at stores or going out different places. I want to live and be happy. I want a job I love and am proud of. I also really want everyone to know how much of a fashion icon I am. I want to get healthier and embrace my body. I want to love myself. I really hope I get that one day. I hope that happens soon. And for the love of god plz don’t do anything with X