A letter from December 20th, 2020

Dear FutureMe, I’m writing this during the pandemic. It’s been really hard lately. I haven’t seen my friends in months. I still haven’t started therapy, I still self-harm. I don’t recognize myself in the mirror, I don’t recognize the person I was during my whole life. I feel empty. I despise myself a little bit more every single day. I wish I could disappear. But I swear to you that I will do everyrhing to become the person you always wanted to become,n in order to feel complete and to feel free. I want you to be proud of yourself in 2025, to like how you look, to feel comfortable in your own skin, and to finally have fulfilled several simple dreams that you weren’t able to fulfill due to your strict parents or anxiety. But especially, to no longer cry yourself to sleep every single night because of your extreme loneliness. It’s going to be alright. I hope you will still be alive by then. Wish me luck. All I have are my dogs to bring me happiness. Love