A letter from December 23rd, 2020

Dear FutureMe, 22 year old me I can’t believe I’m writing this, but I thought now more than ever would be a good time. Right now, in my heart I am giving up, giving up on myself, I’m choosing to let everything tear and wear me down. I’m choosing to stop loving myself. And I’m choosing to let the pain take over me. Except, I don’t want to die. I just need the pain too stop. So I’m writing this letter- to ask future me how I am? How are you doing? How is your life? Are you happy? Have you had a boyfriend yet? Do you feel confident? Do you love yourself? Are you going to get married? Are you with the man of your dreams? Do you have kids yet? Or planning soon? How is your parents? And your siblings? Is your cat still alive and well or is he still a grumpy old man? Did you move out? Are you still friends with those in high school? What are you doing for college? Did you follow your dreams? - from 17 year old me.