A letter from December 23rd, 2020

Dear Future Me, It is Wednesday December 23, 2020. You're sitting on the couch and it's 3:49 am. Earlier today you were crying because you hate living like this. The house always gets messy. You don't really have motivation to do anything. But today you got up and took a shower and washed your hair after about 3 or 4 weeks. You got up and cleaned the room but it is a mess again. You are tired of it. You hope that mom keeps working and getting good money and you hope that everything will turn out good and better than what it is now. You are trying to be happy but you have your moments. Your brother is so rude and abusive. He always hits when we defend yourself with your words. I hope you're doing good and Everything is better. I love you💕 Yourself~ Dec 23, 2020