A letter from December 17th, 2020

Dear FutureMe, I hope your okay and eating well. I hope you found the courage to finally follow your dreams. I know you feel like everything is your fault and that your not good enough. That your only made of imperfections. I know that is hard to wake up in the morning because you don’t know what your waking up for. That nobody really cares about you. That you wanna run away, leave everything and just disappear. That your just made of emptiness and you worthless. But I love you. I need you, I’ll be there for you, I’ve always been ...